Modern Poetry
The moon.
Something about a 7-Eleven hot dog,
the point mutation of a songbird.
Flight pattern, flight pattern, flight pattern.
The first bone you broke, the sound it made.
Your mother in a bathrobe.
Your father in the same bathrobe.
Soda, a variation of summer.
In your hometown, more & less common trees.
Two mouths growing stickier
and how it relates to desire.
The essential likeness of a knife
and a knife in his hand.
In the middle of winter,
the groundhog's rounding error.
The moon. The moon.
The moon.
Obvious statement: profound observation,
something about love.
Ashley Varela is a queer writer & author based in Seattle, Washington.
