Each Morning by Robert Balun

with the moon exploding

the sky is cut

in swathes of orange and gray

our satellite broken loose

from the moorings that hold it around the sky

I go catch pieces of my favorite phases

to try and put my histories back in place

I get this new identity

but would prefer a regeneration

or you to crack me open

and get at the meaty center

there find tumbleweed visions of the plains

memories from the kingdom of wind

here I meander a wandering

prayer to the atmosphere

we used to call heaven

the star we came from

our orbital junk

and watch the slow waves

coming in with the last of the gravity

Robert Balun is an MFA candidate at The City College of New York. His poems have appeared (or will soon) in Word Riot, the Cobalt Review, Keep This Bag Away From Children, Vector Press, and several others. He is one of the founders/curators of the Bushwick Sweethearts reading and art series.

Street photography by Adam Lawrence.

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