Casandra Lopez - 2012 Orange Monkey Poem Contest Finalist
Eclipse: Albuquerque 2012
Brother is my eclipse. The perfect sun
and moon alignment, one body covering
another. I wish my body more fierce, a shield
to cover Brother on bullet night. My one great
regret, is an insect–colonizing me from inside
out, eating at my brain and heart. Investigate this:
How do I walk around alive when there is all
of this consuming me. I name bullet
moon or is death the moon? What is it that leaves
only a ring of fire behind? Eclipse
glasses perch on my nose. Halo of orange. Halo of red. I try to see into the sky,
where Brother is said to be, even as the body
I knew as his was made into particles–dust.
There was no moon on bullet
night, but maybe that is only memory.
I only remember the rain, the darkness,
my fear. The next day I saw no sun, I ate
the clouds, the dampness soaked into my boots.
The moon had nothing to cover, but we were
Bullet or maybe moon left me with a ring of fire, my badge
of grief, follows me everywhere I go. Sometimes the blaze
is fury. Sometimes it is sorrow. I look to the sky and think I see my heart
burning, I feel scorched–my guts and bones too combustible for this skin.