Communion

The skies are at it again,
unable to bear

their weight.
Soon, the freedom

of falling
takes refuge

on our bodies,
colonizing

every inch of us,
with rabid

certainty,
as though,

at last, they are
destined

to witness wounds
simplify

in the geometry
of lips

clashing, amplifying
them down

the edge of throats,
into

the abyss
that holds us

Michael Caylo-Baradi lives in California. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Blue Fifth Review, Blue Print Review, The Common, Eclectica, Eunoia Review, FORTH, Galatea Resurrects, Ink Sweat & Tears, Local Nomad, MiPOesias, Otoliths, Our Own Voice, poeticdiversity, Philippines Free Press, Poetry Pacific, Prick of the Spindle, and elsewhere. He has written reviews for New Pages and The Latin American Review of Books, and is an alumnus of The Writers’ Institute at The Graduate Center (CUNY).

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