to be forever throbbing was the whole point
of the endeavour, even the mountains are
moving in dizzy loops and whirls, even
stars dance and star dust is what we are.
so we tangoed, saluting the furnaces that
forged us. we stole a truck, just for a
night. returned it with a full tank after
pulling figure-8s in the football field.
how like a flower moon was your face
that night; i should have held on a
little tighter. cutting deals with rats
and laughing like tomorrow would
never come until our cogs and gears
began to let us down. balanced on
one foot, reaching for the switch,
something popped and i wound up
on my knees but not praying, just
moaning at the bottom of the stairs.
black rainbows of bruises cuff my
shins. pain is a cruel teacher but i
still say yes whenever i can. on special
occasions i shout it out loud like a river
falling off a cliff. oh the things we could
do before our bodies were temporary!
Darrell Epp’s poetry has been published in over 100 magazines on 6 continents. His third collection, Sinners Dance, will be published in 2018.