The Stars and the Blackness Between Them

by Junauda Petrus

We outsmarted oblivion seven times in a row

You woulda think we was back in the motherland. But every land is a mother’s land, I discover.”

I think I liked her since then. She was the perfect reckless.

All of us got poetry in us, ’cause our lives are in constant motion and unfolding, and when we observe it and behold it, it becomes poetry.

I am bored with this beat. I seek a different dance toward death.

And the moments that change your life forever are indeed only a moment.