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.
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