I decided to take a walk down to the 7-Eleven
on the corner of Sunset Blvd.
I’m feeling good, having recently overcome
a lapse into agoraphobia. And damn if there’s
nothing in the way of the sky tonight;
not the shuttered clouds
nor city exhaust nor what the U.S. Census
Bureau calls ‘deep poverty’, such a human thing.
Look at those stars lodged in its teeth.
How the moon looks like an elevator
button that someone just pressed.
I want to be a bottle rocket
trying to fly to that hunk of rock,
a kid jumping a ramp on an ATV,
not expecting to get far,
just lift off a little
like peeling back the foil of a hot pan
to take a whiff of what’s possible.
Natalia Prusinska (she/her) is a queer poet. Her work has been featured in Cream City Review, Passages North, Ghost City Review, and elsewhere. She lives with her partner in Los Angeles. TWITTER
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