Midnight with Bottle
the lonely lovely fucking lights
and the bridge on a rainy Tuesday night
– ‘Brooklyn Narcissus’, Paul Blackburn
The corpulent sky.
The river studded with moons.
The dark-breathing stars.
The hot mouth of a bottle
The arc of satellites.
The traffic of bright lines.
The shadow of an owl.
The rift between midnights.
The shadowlines of satellites like the eye
can’t hold the real thing
for longer than a blink. The hot
sleet of stars across a rift
of river. The traffic of owls preying
The leer of the studded sky through
the bottom of a bottle. The mist
that bottom out the sky
into a river; that blink
and blink a sleet of fire;
dive into, preying. The lights
that line the midnight rift;
that fatten the moon.
the lonely lovely fucking lights.
And the bridge on a rainy Tuesday night.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jac Jenkins generally lives a quiet rural life writing poetry and flash fiction. She has spent the last two years as an explorer of capability—living for nine months of 2016 in the Northern Territory of Australia, and then participating in Victoria University of Wellington’s 2017 MA in Creative Writing where her writing has extended into creative non-fiction.