despite the cataclysmic visions
the end was quiet
we were not overtaken by tsunamis
the roads between us did not flood or burst into flame
it ended just as it began
watching the same movie
drinking the Zanzibar coffee
stirring the creamer
throwing out the cottage cheese
the healing stones will rest against another bruised back
someone will live in the building across the way and watch
someone else lean out the window to smoke non-filtered cigarettes
Dexter will gaze down from the wall and listen
to Lee Morgan as he remembers Ceora
and it will all be very quiet
it all ends in profile
with the sound turned off
it is as quiet as we were in those abandoned buildings
young and junk beautiful
when the skies ran through us
we knew only what we wanted and how to get more
only the endings that I initiate surprise me
others give themselves away faster than I do
an intake of breath
a change in inflection
my name sounding different on their lips
fading, evaporating like the air
in those broken windows on second street
this morning angels danced
across an orange sky
leaning to the left
I saw it was only the sun
masked in black smoke
no magic involved at all
and as the light took over
it all just disappeared
the end was quiet
we were not overtaken by tsunamis
the roads between us did not flood or burst into flame
it ended just as it began
watching the same movie
drinking the Zanzibar coffee
stirring the creamer
throwing out the cottage cheese
the healing stones will rest against another bruised back
someone will live in the building across the way and watch
someone else lean out the window to smoke non-filtered cigarettes
Dexter will gaze down from the wall and listen
to Lee Morgan as he remembers Ceora
and it will all be very quiet
it all ends in profile
with the sound turned off
it is as quiet as we were in those abandoned buildings
young and junk beautiful
when the skies ran through us
we knew only what we wanted and how to get more
only the endings that I initiate surprise me
others give themselves away faster than I do
an intake of breath
a change in inflection
my name sounding different on their lips
fading, evaporating like the air
in those broken windows on second street
this morning angels danced
across an orange sky
leaning to the left
I saw it was only the sun
masked in black smoke
no magic involved at all
and as the light took over
it all just disappeared
Puma Perl, New York, USA
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Puma Perl is a poet and writer who believes strongly in the transformative power of the creative arts. Her work has been published in cause & effect, Instant Pussy, The Mom Egg, Brain Box, and other journals and she has been a featured reader in various New York City venues. She is currently at work on her first book, which will be a series of linked poems based on lower east side life in the 1970” and 80’s.
puma is the bomb and is one of the poets that makes me very excited to read
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