We are gazing.
We are grazing.
We are gathered.
We are herded.
We are queued.
We are three.
We are two.
She is tagged.
He is prodded.
He is hanging.
He is bleeding.
I am next.
I am n—
I am glowing?
I am floating.
I am existential.
I am crisis.
I am free ranging.
I am passing clouds.
I am the stratosphere.
I am the Milky Way.
I am Taurus.
I am Jupiter.
I am Io.
I am bouncing.
I am leaping.
Can you see me?
Do you see me?
Tell your collie dog.
Tell your favorite farm hand,
Goodnight, my girl, goodnight.
I knew this day would come.
Jessica Swanson (she/her) lives somewhere along Florida’s Nature Coast. She has had work published with Fifth Wheel Press, Magazine1, and others. She has a fondness for cats, cheese, and fancy tea leaves. Find her on Instagram at everystupidstar and Twitter at Cooljazsheepie.