Abandoning Reason

skittering propositions

declare love

a superstition

damned to believing itself

we choose not to control

the burning breakdowns in logic

we’ve opened between us

Love, Past Continuous

there are no forevers

for people like us
cold as barbed wire

silence

will be our guiding star

our constellation

our bitterest translator

Resetting the Target (Cheit)

I climb into light

I blink my eyes

in the searchlight wings of tomorrow.

I face the primordial

pain of cockroaches

exposed to sun.

And after too long a sleep

pain riddles everything sore and unused

within me.

Juliana‘s home base is in Washington, DC. Practically writing since birth, she has published twice in Maryland Bards (2020 and 2021) and now a third time in Bourgeon. She enjoys watching B-movies with friends and taking long walks in Northwestern DC’s “urban forest” when she’s not engaged with poetry.

Image: Pinakpani, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons