a simple palindrome
you wait in a tunnel
balanced on the tracks
you could have come
on a Sunday
but we’re never guided
till vows transpire
you are no sub rosa
buried in the snow
not a gloaming,
nor a sunrise pouring
rather, fate’s elation
our bodies eclipse
as we’re ushered
through chandeliers,
and moments so
stark—
their features fleeting
though we lost count, our time
erodes
you
spin into twilight
i
rupture in rapture
Matt Esteves Hemmerich is an undergrad from SFSU with an emphasis in scriptwriting. His work has appeared in Berkeley Poetry Review, Vanitas, Emerge Literary Journal, Apropos Literary Journal, and Atlas Poetica.
