Comments about Zoe Nyght
Big Bug Hands
I reach out a
bright, big, bug-eyed hand to the
whose grasp reflects intense, childlike candor
unexpected and similar to my own.
Our interlacing fingers look the same.
Eager for the attention of one another,
we sparkle glitter in our eyes
if we’ve succeeded at being fascinating.
We Are Fruit People.
love-hungry teenage boy ripe
for the fruit of the world, yearning
for a taste of satisfaction, you buckle your
knees at every passing vine and fall to the earth
wrapped in those enticing delicacies borne of fantasy:
of a hunger sated, of a belly full: sweet nectarine dreams
elaborate delicious and aromatic. they promise tenderness and
shy smiles; silly boy turns a wayward head at every budding leaf.
then empty-handed and blistering in the heat of the sun, eventually,