Three Poems

by Angelina Brooks

Photo by Cody Doherty on Unsplash

We Lie on Our Backs in the Desert

Just eloped, we try to read our future

in the stars, but the sky is too big

and those fiery orbs too far.

How will we move through a world

that is so easy to fall from? How will

we hold the soles of our shoes

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to the ground without slipping off

the earth’s edge? We are so

magnificently new and sm…