We were magnetized to the helix nebula.
As the sadness drank us in the waves.
In our endless walk down Mulberry Street.
Where I’d learned of your stoning,
Where I trusted you with your magic.
Under the poetry of the slick moon washed over the river.
For a moment it was beautiful again,
Ridden itself of overheated catfish vapors.
and you were beautiful, although destroyed.
All that I could help you with was blind ignorance of what love was.
And I can bash away at the lullabies that would haunt us –
and crawl through our skin.
tripping over the biting mosquitoes.
As I learned you would depart back,
and new suicides would breathe in each of my heartbeats.
The tears of all the galaxies bled out majestically with colours –
I never imagined before.
I traced the lines of my own hand,
hoping to find the constellation which the lines of your hands lay.
David L O'Nan (he/him) is the founder of Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art, a writer, editor for nearly 20 years. He has pieces found in Icefloe Press, Anti-Heroin Chic, Ghost City Review, Royal Rose Magazine, Rhythm & Bones Press Lit, Cajun Mutt Press among others. His website for publishing older work & others' work - Fevers of the Mind. He is from the Midwest. Kentucky/Indiana area.