There is yellow in the dark
grey & it is enough.
I said it is enough.
At Starbucks I thought briefly
about patterns, tessellating light
on mid-Atlantic even late
when most would assume
darkness. I sabotage every
relationship with men I’ve had
but in non-particularly individual
or unique ways. Well, all to be done
is recognition and I continue.
It feels good to be so lucky.
Erick reminded me we could
be so much worse than we are
when we videochatted thousands
of miles from each other. We
don’t have to be, and are never
alone. I used to think poems
were important but they’re
only words for bodies, move
ment, light and air captured
in the water droplets we pool
in our hands, lift to our faces, and drink.
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
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