RYAN TAYLOR

yr light floods me till I’m a still lake singing yr reflection.

Will we ever be kids on the train again? This time is short, composed of bracketed, intimate infinities. I love you all. We may never play as we do now. We may lose our enemies and angels and live by other rules, in other worlds. It will be different.

You are married with children,
are living in Lima,
are buried in West Virginia,
are joining the USCG,
are getting your PhD,
are breaking my heart.

The tender invention of my life has so many moving parts, and it is yet too soon to say what it does. I live in hope we are Amateurs forever.

Ryan Taylor writes in Queens and sleeps in Yonkers, NY. Their work has appeared in Polyester Zine, Pure Nowhere, the Luna Collective, and Peregrine Mag, which they edit. Their website is https://hopechest.neocities.org/. They love you, and hope you will forgive them.