what we are and once were
in the space between one heartbeat and the last
is a miracle
water slipping between our lips as they crash
into and apart like waves on waves
on the way to impossible
a 747 over the international dateline
time travel
from Christmas day to Christmas day
and there’s nothing else but the pressure
on our eardrums and the drop of our
stomachs, an embassy behind us and
something else on the way— a
birth,, of a fixed point in space,
a landmark,
a certainty,
but always misplaced
a circle, and about 22 more
spinning by chance, maybe
spitting out destinies like a slot machine
as the world dissolves as salt
in water, entropy,
returning to the rest of the universe
(a larger body)
and as we all become
part of that something else,
we are somehow,,
complete
Alexis Diano Sikorski is a polyamorous Filipino-American studying English and Psychology at Texas Woman’s University. Her work has appeared in Pour Vida Zine, Mistress, and Sea Foam Magazine. She likes dogs, looking out of windows on airplanes, and caffeine. She is the goddess of whistling. She was probably a sailor in a past life. @sikorskidear
