Blink
The stars blink away tears, and
their breath hovers like puffs of
air from a horse’s nostrils on a
cold morning.
In the high desert, the sky’s
vast introspection gets me
thinking of you.
Or it gets me speeding, foot-to-
floor, to Vegas, where boredom
has hammered a chain of lights
so bright they obliterate heaven. .
–Sarah Torribio
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