Brian
Wilkins is the editor of Scarab: a literary
magazine for the iPhone. He is a graduate of the MFA program at the
Brian Wilkins
Absolute Zero
Like the first frost
it arrives unannounced.
The electron hives within our house
crowd around for warmth
and stop their spinning
until these walls, these bricks,
the rebar and the air between
your breast and beating heart
slip their tethers--
if there's any velocity left
everything will drift like dandelions
if not, we'll be floating wisps of lemon
no difference between us,
the writing desk, our unwashed dishes.
This is why I reached for you in the night--
that some piece of me might stay
until we came again as syllables
in gravity's beginning word.
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