Size / / /

Constellations formed in the space between us,
our stares locked as I fell into the celestial trance his brown eyes
carried me in; Aries and Cancer, the Ram and the Sun.
Had I known what the stars held for us,
I would have locked myself away in another galaxy—in another time—
but the universe needs it paintings,
and our energy gave new madness to what
fate punched into the sky at night.




Stephanie Wytovich is the Poetry Editor for Raw Dog Screaming Press, a book reviewer for Nameless Magazine, and a well-known coffee addict. Her poetry collections, HYSTERIA and Mourning Jewelry can be found at www.rawdogscreaming.com, and her debut novel, The Eighth, will be out in 2015 from Dark Regions Press.
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17 Jan 2022

The land burns so hot and high tonight that Let can see its orange glow even from the heart of The City of Birds. It burns so thick she can taste the whole year’s growth of leaves and branches on her lips. It burns so fast she can almost hear the deer and cottontails scream as flames outrun them and devour them whole.
I writhe in bed with fever, chills, chatters and shivers. The near becomes far as the far comes close.
No one gets married before going to space.
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