Asia Meana

liminal

towers trip into the sea of the sky all the many moving parts stream past a blur of glass spills light— over you—your open mouth a break in the blue. I blink to keep you caught against me in the whirl of the throat of the city I blend with you in the wind and everywhere windows open—

turn white— our home as we knew it— Endless particles— empty like dreams that time within— explodes— comforts steady blankened soft in the mix of Us knit our knot our taught. we sing of the heart the great meld the void of  colors the bed a door wide—

the red wood ranges in— might stay as still  as trees know how to be. I roam the roan loam and you—keep pace—your face rises— eyes like fire inside. leaves and dirt back in me, I bolt—spool you along full of the forest heat— swirl you and me a mossy tapestry the floor open and ready—

Asia Meana lives and teaches high school English in Atlanta, Georgia. She is a triptych of three countries: Spain, Iran, and the United States. She loves to cook, run, hang out with her iguana Sam (after Samuel Beckett, of course), make dolls, and explore the woods. This is her first publication.