FINDING CROSSIE
A galaxy materialized onto the film
pinpricks of light like scattered stars
instead of Venus or Jupiter, a mass
A galaxy materialized onto film
A night sky
clusters of calcifications
in place of Venus or Jupiter, a mass
The doctors polished voice
sums up my options:
best to take them both off, she says,
safest
Walking home my mind oscillates
an on-off switch chanting
a binary message
Live, die
live, die...
its toggling
jamming my mind
On the crosswalk signal
I see a small figure
made of radiant dots
beckoning me forward
his body pulsing a message
each blink a word
Follow me,
cross the street,
keep going
The rhythm of his blinking body
beating with my heart-
you don’t need to look at him
to understand his song
His song that says
GO
and then
keep going