Clouds in his throat,
six months’ worth.
He bodies into me
half cosmos, half coyote.
We become night
on Bread Springs
road. Shirts off,
jeans halfway
down, parked
by an abandoned
trailer. “No one
lives here,”
he whispers.
We become porch
light curtained
by moth wings,
powdered into ash.
2018
Shorty
Contemporary
2023
Love & Relationships
Imagery
visually descriptive or figurative language, especially in a literary work
Metaphor
a comparison between two unrelated things through a shared characteristic