Better Get Back (to Chelsea) by Amelia Edelman

Waist 

here in our 

resistance powder-

kegged 

makeup 

undid it:

magic of

sunlit

road

on her face

just me

our lives between

 

That lizard smile

walling down

defending me

against the subway

like

like

 

I was only running

from the winter

that’s all

 

Not that

together

any kind of oppressive

wouldn’t be powder-kegged

wouldn’t be skyfallen

wouldn’t be

we can’t be

moonsoft

interior dark

ready

(it was her

that

undid the

standing

in the

nothing

at all

mapping out

her freckles.)

 

dark skyfall of her hair

welling up

who hurtled

stop—

it had no other meaning

I wasn’t running

I wasn’t running from her

from Brooklyn

concrete

no big deal.

 

we were creating

(yes, both of us)

snowy charade because I

and she

and I

her winter

our winter.