Singularity

 

 

 

 

That morning, you were overwhelmed
by the crunch of dawn
beneath your feet;

you wouldn’t believe me when I said,
“at dusk, the entire day
is pressed into singularity —

then sunset: one last flash of the camera,
another photo in the album,
moments transcribed motionless.”

 

 

 

 

Amber

 

 

 

The twilight stuck to you
like sap
and I came back

millions of years later
to find
you still standing

there, trapped in a globe of
amber,
in mid-gesture,

wondering how to free
your lips
and say something,

how to say anything
at all.

 

 

About Tyler King

Tyler King’s work has appeared in The Binnacle, Burning Word, Black Heart Magazine, Clockwise Cat, and Blaze VOX He is currently a student at Whitman College.