somewhere off in Jupiter between

storms gianting and jet streaming,

between traffic and pollution circling

here with us. I want to cup hands

to catch their rain, feel expectation in lines

of my palms berrying and bruising

instead of watching our rain make mud

and clean cars. More synapses sparkle

in my brain than stars snap in the galaxy,

but I can’t help looking up further, searching

skies for a rock of my own.

Melissa Adamo
Melissa Adamo received her MFA in Creative Writing from Rutgers-Newark
University. She is a staff writer for English Kills Review, and her
other essays, poems, and book reviews have previously appeared in
journals, such as Mezzo Cammin, Per Contra and The Rumpus. Teaching
various courses at Rutgers, Montclair State, and Ramapo College whilst
working as a writing tutor at Brookdale Community College, she gets to
enjoy the best the NJ parkway has to offer due to her love of language
and try-hard students. Follow her word-thoughts on writing, feminism,
and Buffy the Vampire Slayer onTwitter @adamopoeting.

Photo: Rob Woodcox
Website: http://robwoodcox.com/

 

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