CUSP

nothing needs to
happen on repeat
or otherwise cellphone
dead in love
with a lady
beep beep light
blue door cream
because the sky
post kiss lips
thistle parted valve
cannot believe anyone
is this awake
now anymore but
what does she
put in that
space station cross
my fingers not
astronauts as i
know zero about
star science wrapped
in her star
yellow curl still
ready as a
button from the
perspective of everyone
on this wet
patio nothing happened
kind of want
to walk the
entire city of
chicago with her
even when it
is so cold
our faces crack
and shiver into
a thousand species


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Read Nat Sufrin's recent work in the Antioch Review, InDigest, and Imperial Matters. Look for upcoming work in The Quietus and Best American Experimental Writing 2015 (Wesleyan).