Three Poems
by Angelina Brooks
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
to the ground without slipping off
the earth’s edge? We are so
magnificently new and sm…