- Fermata
You’re the spiral’s eye, sky-blue balloon let-go-of, blood in the water, turning fermata, chairs stacked to the ceiling. You’re fog on the hand-mirror, wind through the highway window. You’re the gills of a carp looking up at the rippling moon, mouth open. You’re the spinning cloud in me,
creak in each swing on the playgrounds, space between raindrops, a ghost putting on clothes. You’re the moth inside the lightbulb, fluttering, your shadow morphing massive on the papered walls of this room a storm surrounds.
You’re a dream city I bike through in the dark, my headlamp powered by pedaling. I have to keep moving away to make anything, even the fences, seen. [End Page 136]
Jacob Oet’s chapbook, With Porcupine, won the 2015 Ruby Irene Poetry Chapbook Contest from Arcadia Magazine. Their work appears in the Poetry Review, the Adroit Journal, Fugue, and the Monarch Review, among others. They are an mfa candidate in poetry at Syracuse University.