I’m learning that the sun
doesn’t rise. It doesn’t really
We just happen to be in its light
sometimes; all at different times,
Things are awry like that. Divine hands
have taken the world on both ends
and shifted it slightly, creating a
are spaced arbitrarily
and sometimes tragically.
I know; they’ve written legends.
And now I find myself
not unlike that goddess, but
I’ve never befriended crows or magpies. *
So I’m left in this city
where the sun has blinked out
for now. You’re here
in my mind and I pull this
into my arms. I check for no
buttons sewn over your eyes.
We both live double lives this way;
where you are.
I urge you to check there aren’t
buttons over my eyes. That’s important.
The stars don’t care
and so don’t the little black birds
flying upwards in an unconcerned storm.
So why should I? I ask myself
And I’m no goddess
and you’re no god
so it’s a mystery how you make it all feel
But at the end of the day
I think it’s funny how
the sun never sets
on our love.
—For Charlie, 2018
*A reference to a Chilseok (traditional Korean festival) legend.