We hate being stopped.
A billion gears inside
the moon now a light
like all the other lights.
We’re new now, like kids,
seeing farther in the dark.
The dying star looks like
salmon meat to our eyes.
The swell of things.
This poem first appeared in Allium.
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Shira Dentz is the author of five books including Sisyphusina (PANK), winner of the Eugene Paul Nassar Prize, and two chapbooks. Her writing appears in many venues including Poetry, American Poetry Review, Cincinnati Review, Iowa Review, New American Writing, Poets.org, and NPR, and she’s a recipient of awards including an Academy of American Poets Prize, Poetry Society of America’s Lyric Poem and Cecil Hemley Awards, and NELLE Literary Journal’s Three Sisters Award for creative nonfiction. More at www.shiradentz.com
