"neodymium" poems
In my dreams there are smoke
detectors and crashes and lies.
There is a kiss in an atrium right
before it catches fire. There is placate,
stay straight, evacuate.
Neodymium nitrate always smells
a certain way and always looks
a certain blue. Why does an alarm
go off after I dream I've kissed you,
but never if you kiss me?
What doesn't my brain want me to see?
As Orion slinks into view
I stand mixing solvents at the centrifuge.
There is always a healthy dose
of things I don't know. Always something
for Orion to pin with her next arrow.
If I am not here, asking questions of the world,
demanding answers from what I put
into test tubes,
the next thing could be you.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
as you
brush by me,
we attract-
pull to one
another
like magnets.
our gravitational
pull
has me
rigid
as we....
unintentionally/ intentionally
orbit
one another.
and like
neodymium
magnets,
once joined
together,
it will
take
heaven....
to pull
us
apart.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC