Celestial Disappearance Café – Sofija Popovska

A polite face shivers — row of aspen, sunrise.

Mildew silence of morning path,

A creek, off-white, hurries through the grooves 

In the bark on a pair of brown eyes.

Wrinkles, time going bad, the chafing of minutes against 

Pebbles of automobile cries

Behind cold glass. Do you still remember me?

Circles in the liquid of eye corners filling with oxygen.

Every breath that touches the back of the throat is a reminder

Of ozone deserts hugging the mythical morning;

The big knowledgeable face assigned to the néant,

The soundless disappearance café for heavenly bodies.

I say a prayer with stiff fingers 

Learning again, every morning,

The cold of not holding.