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a dream of missing you onboard a ship

By Joe NastaPublished 5 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Venti Views on Unsplash

a— We are rolling ten degrees to the port side,

and the Captain says the weather is only

getting worse. He posted a thermal image

of the storm—the blue turning to yellow

& red & finally, at the eye, back to blue & us

a small dot on the radar steaming towards it.

Our berths run fore and aft, so my sleepself

jerks in my dreams. I sprint fast towards

a flaming ball of sun locked in time midrise,

as each step sinks me deeper. My arms grow,

trying to take up more space, but in the night

there is no walk on water; there is no escape.

When I wake, there is daylight streaming

from my porthole. I am soaking & irritable. —j


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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