I want to fold myself up,lie on the ground,and listen to the millions of feetshuffling towards somethingthat sounds like divine thunder.
Except it’s not.It’s a hushed noise, comforting,the beating of wings.
Deep down in the earth,the zest of my universe congealsin all of the porous places.I want to unfold my blanket,press my ear to the dirt,lie here for eternity,and stay true to everything.
Except I can’t.If I could suck all of the energyfrom a black holeand pull together all stray electrons,I could expand my inner starlightand jettison the gaunt silhouettesthat refuse to leave my side.
I want to let go of a billion miles,tell the truth for once.Except, I won’t.
I know. I want to vaultout of this circular voidand pray for a beamof starlight to strike me alive.
Teresa Sutton’s chapbook, “Cashmere Snow,” was a semi-finalist in the 2018 Concrete Wolf Chapbook Competition and a semi-finalist in the 2018 Quill’s Edge Press Chapbook Contest (in an earlier version under the title, “Not a Candy House.”)
Her third chapbook, “Breaking Newton’s Laws,” won 1st place in the Encircle Publication 2017 Chapbook Competition. One of the poems in the collection, “Dementia,” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. The final poem of the book, “Confiteor 2,” was honored with second prize in the 2018 Luminaire Award for Best Poetry by Alternating Current.
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.” Henry David Thoreau