testing the endurance of the HEAVENS

By Jose Morales

Your heart was molded in clay, an imperfect passion possessed the vessel walls. You danced through your youth like those curated beauties with scripted hearts. The kiln cured your perceived failures, fed to you from the HEAVENS, into its structure. You danced in glass shoes on streets paved in gold. They poured their own waste in until those concave walls cracked in the wrong hands. You gathered the remnants left in the dust and squeezed the fractured love, carrying its pieces in your crimson grip. The shards sliced the sinners who sought your supplemental comfort. They cast you out. They said your copper soles tarnished their flawless streets. My hands freed the fragments from your punished palms. I pour out my love to wash the pain from your hands. I drank my waste and handed you my kintsugi heart. You admired its beauty. I told you to keep it. I will be here… and I squeezed.

Kevyn Knox is a Writer, Artist, Pop Photographer, Film & TV Historian, Pez Collector, and Pop Culturist. He has written film reviews for FilmSpeak, Central PA Voice, and The Burg. His reviews & other ramblings can be found on his blog, www.allthingskevyn.com.

Jose Morales Jr. is a New Jersey-born, Pennsylvania-raised poet, residing in Harrisburg. After a decade of performing as a metal musician, he penned his collection, The Devil Lives in Pennsylvania, in 2016. He has performed around the state, including Dickinson College, and is working on his next collection titled American Panic