geomagnetic storm
Marikit Mayeno
 
 
that’s when the shaking starts--
i shook bad
laying, index finger tapping to the vibration on the floorboards
the moon frowns
watches our wine glasses clink aggressively
waiting for an explosion of glass and cherry red
this is cosmic love seen from the core

gold kisses painted along my collarbone
celestial bodies rolled back and forth on the floor
forget me nots whispered into my ear
dandelion season lasts until one makes a wish
seeds dispersing

earth orbits unconditionally

pale bone rests in dirt
dead flowers; atrosanguineus and euphorbia
roots connect
dust fills nothing in our lives
this might go on forever
 
 
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