Abandoning Reason
skittering propositions
declare love
a superstition
damned to believing itself
we choose not to control
the burning breakdowns in logic
we’ve opened between us
Love, Past Continuous
there are no forevers
for people like us
cold as barbed wire
silence
will be our guiding star
our constellation
our bitterest translator
Resetting the Target (Cheit)
I climb into light
I blink my eyes
in the searchlight wings of tomorrow.
I face the primordial
pain of cockroaches
exposed to sun.
And after too long a sleep
pain riddles everything sore and unused
within me.
Juliana‘s home base is in Washington, DC. Practically writing since birth, she has published twice in Maryland Bards (2020 and 2021) and now a third time in Bourgeon. She enjoys watching B-movies with friends and taking long walks in Northwestern DC’s “urban forest” when she’s not engaged with poetry.
Image: Pinakpani, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons