Welcome to Sky Valley by Matthew Mayberry

Where I am taking

the jam jar of my heart

 

some turbines blink

a red asynchrony

 

over a wide plain, zephyrs

lick my porous hand

 

like sandy kitten

tongues and the inane

 

weight of a blue

day swells into a bruised

 

and tender darkness. My

shoulders, so sore

 

from the way I am always

hurrying out of the grandeur

 

of an eighteen wheeler’s

shadow, ease under the deep

 

bellows of the desert

dusk, in which a great

 

and purple scorpion

menaces a strobing

 

Saturn. No hills, nothing

else to overcome, where

 

I am holding the jam

jar of my heart the letters of

 

your name scatter on

the jejune winds like

 

spores of fuming pain.

 


Matthew Mayberry lives in Columbus, Ohio and attends the Ohio State University. He enjoys swimming in lakes, walking, and comedy open mics. His poetry idols are Jack Spicer, Aimee Nezhukumatathil, and Ross Gay.