You will find roads familiar and vacant, daylight
obscured by furrowing sky, some congested covering
will billow from an apocalyptic breeze. Roadside
civilizations will trace piecemeal monuments to
all you knew as home. You’ll be passenger to
your flesh, and it will guide you, traverse
broken ground and swallowed foundations. And though,
each day will feel shorter than the last, every breath you
take will be history. Your fingers’ interlaced,
will be folklore and tale of hero. You will see the magic of night
fall. How the earth used to speak to itself. Before splitting open,
to collect our trespasses. Before land and sky became rapture,
and nations became emaciated with the anxiety of border.
Your flesh will map homelands on your spine, as cities burn
on the horizon, tongue all wounds whole, from spit and roots.
You’ll find your limitations at the edge of a galaxy.
All roads will lead to the end of the galaxy,
and know you will find yourself:
an effigy of stars.
jayy dodd is a writer and artist born in Los Angeles, now based in Boston. He’s a senior editor at The Offing and Blavity. His work has appeared / will appear in Lambda Literary, Crab Fat Magazine, Prelude Mag and THOSEPPL among others. His first chapbook [sugar in the tank] is forthcoming on Pizza Pi Press. He is the co-director of Books of Hope, a youth poetry publishing and performance program based in Somerville, MA. Website + Social Media – @jayydodd