Mathew Yates
heliotrope
is a thing with wings
always an angel?
i have my doubts
& none of them are right
the way the midday light catches
the birch out front & bleaches it
whiter than moonsoaked snow
is proof enough the sun
is god
i don’t need to be
an ant under a lens
to understand this
all of life is lent
& is retaken
in a way that even
shadows know
fate is a thing
with a past tense
& though the sun feels
still in the way we follow it,
really it is falling too
always an angel?
i have my doubts
& none of them are right
the way the midday light catches
the birch out front & bleaches it
whiter than moonsoaked snow
is proof enough the sun
is god
i don’t need to be
an ant under a lens
to understand this
all of life is lent
& is retaken
in a way that even
shadows know
fate is a thing
with a past tense
& though the sun feels
still in the way we follow it,
really it is falling too
Biography
Mathew Yates is a queer, disabled poet and artist from Kentucky. His work can be found in Barren Magazine, Epigraph Magazine, Human/Kind Journal, Rhythm & Bones Lit, awkward mermaid lit mag, and Memoir Mixtapes.
