If I attempt to kiss you beyond this line of sight
know that it is without regret or pretense
or chill running down spine.
If my attempts are but empty shells
know that I lived through the sunrise of everyday
darkening with worlds
If the clouds attempt to tear themselves open for you
know that it must be a reckoning
which is beautiful.
If the beauty is not filled with frowns
know that it cannot be of the body
which is to say,
If I attempt to kiss you
and Scotty doesn’t beam you up
or the world doesn’t end
or zombies aren’t real
or time doesn’t stand still
know that it must be an alternate
or a universe
or an abduction
or a timeline
or simply not a kiss.
– Gervanna Stephens
Gervanna Stephens is a Jamaican poet and proud Slytherin with congenital amputation living in Canada. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The /tƐmz/, Rhythm & Bones, Bone & Ink, Rose Quartz, Okay Donkey, 8 poems, TERSE, WusGood.black, Enclave and Anti-Heroin Chic. She hates public speaking, has two sisters who are way better writers than her and thinks unicorns laugh when we say they aren’t real. Tweets @ gravitystephens