Clara Engel {blog}

abandoned planetarium

meet me at the abandoned planetarium
when night falls we can shed our skins
grey suits, grey towers, grey rats and pigeons
tear the thorn out of my eye & let the colours stream in 

meet me at the abandoned planetarium
glittering dome cobwebbed and echoing
orion, delphinus, cancer, phoenix all fading
constellations burn out
I could never find them anyway 

meet me at the abandoned planetarium
it’s raining softly, a dog barks, and the traffic slows
I close my eyes, a churning infrared ocean
riles and laps around the bones of my shapeless ghost

CE