CAM MaCDONALD
station
elbow to link shades in darker
light to make double in chanting
orange again for wondering
how to live and look down
without fear of desire
for your elsewhere
through speckled tile
you call to phone it in
for the whole city
yellow in geography
the carousel of bodies
like horses in the cloud of a page
and there the rings non-hinging
still to arrive wander in the blank moon
of ours and its only wish to
pick up the dawn out the left pocket
until the writing to what we live through
is sudden enough to arrow me home
morning
what more is there?
tangerine palms
open for you, pomegranate
teeth pulling again
like winter, and still
you desire more. this
was my wake with
the citrous dawn. so
following the yellowing
I spring up and out
of this hollow stink,
splay in coffin until
the day is new, let loose
the orange ghost. today
the daisies push you to an-
other grapefruit star on your spoon,
dipper in verse rung sour in ringing
to answer hello it’s me
through the door to break our seasons
fruitful in waking still once more
sedimental
today you would so I will
deny my pisces and
tighten my jeans as
docs stomp gently on
swamps of leaves
warmer in pieces this
january living with
circumscribing bulb and
genes pooling
the biology of sunday
spills into will you
dive in for me would you
it’s fine yes promise
as the sunshine shining
stamped glass and pulses
would you desire too will you
with stars exploding so
would you lie here
tender and new
in the grapefruit glow
astrology zipping between
trees and concrete
nothing to be
leaved or left there will
you anyways without
a sign unloosed
print under my skin
dehydrated lemon for
fingers tighten around the
dizzy double helix we
dress and address
in lamps in sidewalks in
plain sight yes promise there is
a science to these
evenings under limelight
undeniable and blue in
my denim my dumbness my
finding the unfounded between
skies and the cracks below it
and still to desire the myth between
our streetlights our boots our
verses flickering uniform or elsewhere
without the will would you still spill
into this yes promise you will nothing
less than a universe nothing less
cam macdonald is a writer and musician residing in toronto. sometimes they are musing about queerness, sound, and literature at a university,
but usually they are musing somewhere in between. the rest of their bio is in this transit.