Almost fourteen

billion.

Beyond the cradle, beyond the nebula’s womb,
lies the dark zone, loud & dark, where the mind
breaks

into blindness, a cataract void.

Once I played a game
with the doorsill—

I became lightning,
leaping over
in case a waterfall formed
& fell, crashing
from nothing
into nothing.

Beyond stardeath, beyond
the roar,
Snowdrift Clematis encircles my
temples.

Amee Nassrene Broumand

 

Amee Nassrene Broumand is an Iranian-American poet from the Pacific Northwest. Nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize, her work has appeared in FIVE: 2:ONESundog Lit, A-Minor Magazine, Empty Mirror, Menacing Hedge, Barren Magazine, & elsewhere. She served as the March 2018 Guest Editor for Burning House Press. Find her on Twitter @AmeeBroumand

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