Anthony Parker

Rookie (12/7/79 / Los Angeles, CA)

Sonnet 3

Stars are exploding in my chest—
a miracle, a mystery with no
hands. My body is a grave—all cool
fruits and stray bones, the geometry of
water—an electric pulse, the echo
of color and shape. Fingers reach out
from every breath and I wake up, covered in
blankets that have held the tropics of you.

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