Alison

17

tar

remember how tar stuck to the soles of our shoes
and tried to keep us grounded?
you still flew.
i watched with eyes like the high tide
as you became the moon
and let the undertow take me.

the summer i realized the moon doesn't speak
i swallowed the ocean,
baptized wounds in salt water
so i might embrace you again.
yet there you remain
suspended in black
kissing stars and planets
while i curse the tar
stuck in my soul.