bursts during the glitch, moving inside by Garth Graeper

against the constant expanse of dirt & craters

 your long black hair, tied back

walking so we won't feel

cased in a thin, flexible death & you flank left before we spring

our bright radio song rising

*

     one arm gone, she pulls out the spinning of his machine

a single finger in

finally to fall on rough skin, preying, & they’ll use a cutaway

inside their own heads

to remain together

*

on her, little blips of light flash soft

this strange star spills out its forms of black

he’s at the edge of the tunnel, trying to dodge any of her

smashing her swarm

his tree long abandoned & a substantial part burned

a failing giant, burning & heavy, burning the naked eye

these wispy leaves

pulsating & reduced to wavelengths, a visible radiation

the hammer pounds parallel to the light

in chaos before the burst

*

with the last fire, the charging force recoils from your wound, backhands you

thousands die in a continuous shedding

our shapes no longer hold

the stars moving freely within us

along a dark trail

*

 down the cliff to the shore 

& only visible things have a walk-anywhere code

 this town will be brighter & we won't bring fog

the ice came earlier, but the ice is gone & off the ledge

the light here does nothing