Caroliena Cabada
I imagine turning to stare into the face
of the future grasping
air between fingers holding
not hands they’re slipping
wide eyes stinging from staring
at a distant full moon
you exist you’re right
in front of me what chest burst
feeling ripe pomegranate split skin
seeds inside soft and sprouting
germinating in its own dissolving
flesh that’s the feeling
of the future dusting
right behind me
I’ll gasp and mourn at the sight
air between fingers holding
not hands they’re slipping
wide eyes stinging from staring
at a distant full moon
you exist you’re right
in front of me what chest burst
feeling ripe pomegranate split skin
seeds inside soft and sprouting
germinating in its own dissolving
flesh that’s the feeling
of the future dusting
right behind me
I’ll gasp and mourn at the sight