the night
words by nadA
photograph by lynn spinnato

orange sky in the blue of night
I am waiting too long
for now
quiet hang of Jupiter
the novel on your lips
at the end of my name
rushing to fill humid shadows
I bear your bites
a knee skinned on history
Iberian tears in lower east side night
one strap too tight
the other altogether off
pull, stretch, grab
belt of manchurian silk
blinding out light