Two Poems
Micaela Walley WILL IT EVER STOP SNOWING I whisper to our empty apartment. Please, God, let this cold spell be temporary. I watch it fall in the cat’s eye’s reflection of the window. I can’t even look at winter’s wreckage beyond the deepening imprint of my body into the couch. I saw a video on the Internet this morning of a man throwing a bucket of boiling water into the air, and before it hit the ground—turned into white powder, dispersed itself amongst all of the other white powder. I knew months ago this is how things would end. Us, thrusting our hot selves into a new season. Us, coming out a different chemical makeup, our love dissipating into the air like a cloud of chilled dust. AT THE MUSEUM OF SEX for Iyanna Remember when we existed entirely underneath purple light, spinning across leather couches, hands in the air, feet flailing? Remember how the smooth bar rose to meet my hand as I slid the card across it to buy us both a drink as if my fingers had spent all of those years growing just to debut in that moment? Remember the songs—all of them, background buzzes and harsh clangs of words we didn’t like thrown across beats that our hips desperately needed. In that moment, we were both stars, and I do mean the celebrity type not like the kind that only exist in the sky. We exist in the sky, too, but so many other more important places, like the lens of a stranger’s camera or right in front of each other’s faces. I swear that love is nothing compared to a ceiling centerpiece of disco balls, or two friends in a room with plenty of space to frolic. We could’ve spent forever there, if forever was as unimportant to us as we so often say it is, letting our skin experience turning violet and violet again as we told each other our favorite secrets like this story and so many others. |
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About the Author:
Micaela Walley is a graduate from the University of South Alabama where she double majored in Communication and Creative Writing. Her work can also be found in Oracle Fine Arts Review, Occulum, and ENTROPY. She currently lives in Hanover, Maryland with her best friend-- Chunky, the cat.
Micaela Walley is a graduate from the University of South Alabama where she double majored in Communication and Creative Writing. Her work can also be found in Oracle Fine Arts Review, Occulum, and ENTROPY. She currently lives in Hanover, Maryland with her best friend-- Chunky, the cat.