This is not a suicide note.
I am king of the tiniest things.
Are there colors we can’t see yet?
Has anyone named this war?
The luster of pearl in the
Lens of my eye
Like a fleck of gold
Hangs the sun.
This is not a love poem.
I soak in spirit without gravity.
And words fail in your absence.
Adam Ai is a Puerto Rican and Basque poet and U.S. Army veteran from Los Angeles. His poems have been published in various print and online publications. He lives with a Ghost. Hobbies include time travel and teaching robots to love. Connect with him on Twitter and Instagram: @AdamAiPoems.