Star Spinning

She runs out onto the rain slicked field

as the sun dies on the horizon and

the moon claws up from the other side of the world

Day falls and night rises black and sticky

like creosote rivulets running thick down

factory compressed oil smelling wood

Yellow cat-eyed stars stare out

of the crushing abyss hanging overhead as

a sigh rises in her throat and grinds past her teeth

The night is calm and quiet and

forever