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Star-Crossed by Kat Stubing

Floating in the space between our truths

We hold hands, interlocking our fingers

As if pure will can keep us from drifting apart

But you and I both know that being together

Is so much more than breathing in the same

Atoms and molecules, swapping secrets, fluids

Sometimes I wonder if we were ever in the

Same place at the same time or if we just

Confused each other’s flesh for presence

Footprints in the sand like breadcrumbs

Each groove shallower than the one before

Our ghosts swallowed up by the riptide

Maybe if we had met earlier or perhaps later

The galaxies would have aligned for us or

Taught us how to find fulfillment in shadows

All that is speculation, stalling the fallout

Neither of us particularly eager to pinch our

Noses, tip the vial, taste the nightshade

Gazing into your eyes, I see an empty crypt

Your loosening grip grants me permission

Drop the ampul, forget the friar, join the living


Kat Stubing was born into the sticky heat of summer and has been searching for the right words ever since. She received her BA in Media from the University of Maryland, Baltimore County and went on to take sketch writing classes at Upright Citizens Brigade. Her poems have been published in Beyond Words, Allegory Ridge, TheClosed Eye Open, and Hare’s Paw, among others. When she’s not writing, Kat likes to watch reality television and contemplate the vastness of the universe. Kat lives, works, and plays in New York City. You can find her at and on Twitter @katjoyst.

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