anatomy of displacement.
Jedidiah Vinzon
by the time i had found the perfect contortion
of bed, body and blanket, you have broken in
your pressed clothes and bent the leather
of your belt. the moon orbits with the tilt of my head
when i look for the nest in my pillow. the sun drips
between the filters of the leaves when you cut through
the park on your walk to the city. the winds lost at the hem
of your skirt inspires the collection of clouds over me.
i guide the lips of my duvet to my neck.
you drink coffee.
i unzip my spine and hang up my ribs.
you sit by the fountain.
i tuck my legs in while you cycle yours to class.
by the time i had found the perfect constriction
of sight, sound and skin, you have begun your
second philosophy class and brushed through the textbook
and your notes. the sun does not wish to wash
the sky empty of its stars. and i’m afraid of sleeping
in the dark. so i will clean it for you.
and take the moon with me.
Jedidiah Vinzon is studying physics at the University of Auckland. His poetry can be read in orangepeel, Eunoia, and Fleeting Daze, among others, with many more forthcoming. Recently, his poem 'how great are nuclear bombs?' was nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology, and 'monachopsis.' won Vellichor Magazine’s Seven Days of Poetry Contest. @jayv.poetry