San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly

Raquel Reyes-Lopez

Resonance

Does it matter if I desire
lips      delicate          like the eyelashes
of whoever I wish to kiss?
  Everything
  dies
  after
  birth.
  Look!
The sun         is burning out.
You’re crying           too soon, fool.
Do you not see        the moon
                                                q
                                                u
                                                i
                                                v
                                                e
                                                r
                                                i
                                                n
                                                g
                                                ?
She and I will be gone.
The universe will leave you
an orphan.