pressed
in the margin between the sun and moon
spending so much time wiping the drip
drops of others
how you wonder … when you will let yourself
twirl
with
rain
believe
in the sun saturating
parts
of you
blues and purples
f
a
l
l
into the muddy sky because you have the l o n g e v i t y
now
tell the opaque spaces you are unavailable
light is calling and you must get home
it is getting late
you have to make it back for the moon to
pinch your shoulder blades reminding you
it is real
this luminescence of yours
back and forth
back with force
jesting with the sun
and moon
Paris Jessie (they/she) is a black, queer writer and budding creative. She is a moon enthusiast rooted in peculiarities. Find more at iamparisjessie.com.