The sun disappeared
like an egg
into the night’s snaky mouth
We began making
our own suns
smaller suns
due to our own smallness
our own hands
Everyone wore their suns
around their wrists
their necks
threaded into their hair
We were all beautiful
When I met you
I didn’t see your sun glowing
Where is your sun
I asked
Did you lose it
Do you need help building
another
You shook your head
You said I have my sun just like
everybody else
You said Don’t worry about me
I watched you go
like a ghost heading back
to our world of uneven light
UNTITLED
Hello
you are
holding a scorpion
in your hand which
makes sense
because of all this heat
but it is getting colder
as it often does
throughout the year
you are
placing the scorpion
in my hand which
makes sense too
because right now
I am filled with sand
I am not
a desert
don’t misunderstand me
I am simply
a person worried
about breathing
Hey Look There Are Paws
I say Hey look there are paws
moving through my body
& you hold me up to the light
to make sure & sure enough
there are paw prints left in the dirt
& you say Hey look there is dirt
in your body & I say Wow I did not
know that so we find a tiny
shovel & begin digging through
my body & you see silver &
say Hey look there is silver & you
pull it out & you melt it down
& you make banjo strings out of
it but no matter how far we
look & look & look we do not find
any banjos so you hang the
banjo strings across the sky of
my body & the wind moves through
them making my entire life
sound like a mountain not willing
to crumble & whatever beasts
I do not know I house dance &
stomp & howl & I believe I could go
anywhere if you go there too.
Dalton Day is a terrified dog person & an editor for FreezeRay Poetry. Dalton is the author of Supernova Factory as well as FAKE KNIFE, which is forthcoming from FreezeRay Press. Dalton's poems have been featured in Jellyfish, Plain Wrap's Quarter, & Banango Street, among others. Basically, Dalton thinks everything is cute & won't stop crying about it.
like an egg
into the night’s snaky mouth
We began making
our own suns
smaller suns
due to our own smallness
our own hands
Everyone wore their suns
around their wrists
their necks
threaded into their hair
We were all beautiful
When I met you
I didn’t see your sun glowing
Where is your sun
I asked
Did you lose it
Do you need help building
another
You shook your head
You said I have my sun just like
everybody else
You said Don’t worry about me
I watched you go
like a ghost heading back
to our world of uneven light
UNTITLED
Hello
you are
holding a scorpion
in your hand which
makes sense
because of all this heat
but it is getting colder
as it often does
throughout the year
you are
placing the scorpion
in my hand which
makes sense too
because right now
I am filled with sand
I am not
a desert
don’t misunderstand me
I am simply
a person worried
about breathing
Hey Look There Are Paws
I say Hey look there are paws
moving through my body
& you hold me up to the light
to make sure & sure enough
there are paw prints left in the dirt
& you say Hey look there is dirt
in your body & I say Wow I did not
know that so we find a tiny
shovel & begin digging through
my body & you see silver &
say Hey look there is silver & you
pull it out & you melt it down
& you make banjo strings out of
it but no matter how far we
look & look & look we do not find
any banjos so you hang the
banjo strings across the sky of
my body & the wind moves through
them making my entire life
sound like a mountain not willing
to crumble & whatever beasts
I do not know I house dance &
stomp & howl & I believe I could go
anywhere if you go there too.
Dalton Day is a terrified dog person & an editor for FreezeRay Poetry. Dalton is the author of Supernova Factory as well as FAKE KNIFE, which is forthcoming from FreezeRay Press. Dalton's poems have been featured in Jellyfish, Plain Wrap's Quarter, & Banango Street, among others. Basically, Dalton thinks everything is cute & won't stop crying about it.
