it has the feeling. not the feeling,
but the square root of it. there are
moons everywhere and they are tender
to the touch. it is all very geometrical,
isn’t it. god would say this; would remark
on the geometricality. the parabola heart.
the whole thing growing like a planet: growing
like you might expect. everything grows
as you might expect if you become the kind
of person to expect that sort of thing.
toward the sky, and yet. it bends at the waist,
just enough to be sincere. and, how it kicks!
can kick and kick. feral from the neck up.
facing everywhere, missing everything;
deltoids bearing fruit. cast in bronze
and coughing up the thought.
Cassidy Gabriel is a writer and researcher from New Jersey. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in Quarto, No Contact, The Rutherford Red Wheelbarrow, and elsewhere. She holds a B.A. from Columbia University, and she has previously led writing workshops and curated poetry with The Garden and Writers Club NY in Brooklyn. Her work has received support from Brooklyn Poets and the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation.
