The way the light hits your hair is like light hitting hair but not like a violence more of a distance closing more of a home more of a when we were sleepy in the airport and we watched two boys reunite with their moms and we weren’t thinking about each other or the moon even though we knew we were there still and the moon was there still and everything had love taken and received from it but the light is hitting your hair that’s what I’m trying to say or not say but I am wrong see look your hair is holding the light up to where it used to be to say hey look at all the goodness you have given to the world and I am watching you and I am watching this happen and I am watching you thinking how nice it is to not be on the ground but still be heading there.

 

 

Dalton Day
is a terrified dog person who edits FreezeRay Poetry. He has work in Banango Street, Plain Wrap’s Quarter, and Jellyfish among others. He is the author of Supernova Factory, as well as the forthcoming Fake Knife. He can be found at myshoesuntied.tumblr.com and on Twitter @lilghosthands.

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