Letters from the Exosphere
By Casey McCullough
Suspended beneath the stars, I swung and sparked up on an old, yellow hammock, hung beneath the dark posts.
Cygnus, the swan, was caught in the telephone wires. Christ’ s Crusaders changed her feathers into nails. I’ ve known them twice to apologize.
As Jesús was carried across the sky and into the sea, I saw how quickly the earth flew through electricity, and humanity.
When I was young, I dreamed of flying but now see I’ d be getting whiplash without gravity. It’ s windy, the dark infinity.
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