The Girl of My Stars

I practice my grief,
I refine it,
for when you are gone,
for when I am gone—
my love for you is reachless,
meaning
for so many years
I carried vagrant distances
within me,
or they carried me,
bated and aloft
and sometimes freezing,
yet you have crossed,
and are crossing
still,
there is no trying
or grasping,
no undue claims necessary,
we simply are,
moored to each other’s
given stars,
and in this blue blue world
of liminal fade
and perish,
my awareness
grows sharper
and keener
every day
to make of our shared moments
a ceremony of treasures,
and to cherish, with tenderest grace,
the passage of our lives
like so much water
threading holy.

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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