Stacey Tran
The Weight of two Suns
we’ve peeled off the sin and now, this core Stacey Tran lives in Portland, OR. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Anemone Sidecar, elimae, Word Riot, and others. "There is a house I’d like to live in and it has two porches. It does exist. I’ve been there. It also has a remarkable staircase to top."
left over from valises unpacked
beige, grey, and open—
our attempt at emptiness a void
to be filled again
but look, now this muck of us, our souls
and what they once contained—
evidence of our doing favours
to the wretched creatures
reciting our skins—
follies and foes with freckles
in between eyes and limbs
the lines we drew to stir sense from stars
making our map by hand
connecting the cosmos
light year by square light year
seeking out pit-stops for redemption, or attempts
and still, the resin of the muses straining—
beating their wings upon our insides
long after we’ve set their vanities
free
the lust that loomed—
passion—
a swarm of gnats
and now this
my bones—
oleanders hanging from clothespins
my dangling ruins at your fingertips
escaping the fury
of fire—
our burning up against each other
to unveil the fullness
of falling
