He took photographs of dawn.
I only take pictures of fog.
What were you think-
Ing, no pictures
Or
//
When the day began yellow
Flowers & the petals
Dropped. What
Were you
Think-
//
& the petals dropped op-
En. What were you
Thinking, no pic-
Tures, or
No
//
Yellow flowers. Photographs
Of dawn & the fog.
No pictures or
Nobody
Look-
//
When the day began yellow
We did not take pictures.
Nobody was looking
At us, dropping
Op-
//
We stood on the hill silently.
No pictures. The sun
Rose & it ended.
That was
All.
//
You were not thinking.
You were not think-
Ing. You were
Not think-
Ing.
//
Nothing Happened. I stood
On the hill silent & alone.
Nobody looking.
It ended op-
Ening.
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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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