by Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué

Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué

Obsessed with
how long it takes
for a glacier to melt
or a movie to end.

Taste of cream soda
all I think about
in the afternoons.

You pass a finger between
one tattoo and another,
find that I cannot make amends
with every copper thread between my ears.

I believe too much in spinning around.
I plant matches and pray for a forest.

When I am a creature soaked,
ride on my back,
ride on my back.

Madness, Nightboat Books, 2022

Last updated July 25, 2022