Softening Gravity
McCaela Prentice
I am not counting on any miracles.
I walk off the earth’s edge and I do not stick the landing.
you don’t think Interstellar is a love story, but that is all it is.
I try to write about you, but it complicates the grief.
the man you were might not recognize the ghost you have become.
you might have started balding. you might have liked my boyfriend.
you might have gone to Buffalo
to see the totality of the eclipse.
you might also have believed me
when I described the crater of your gravesite
as eclipsed only by that of your absence.
I walk off the earth’s edge and I do not stick the landing.
you don’t think Interstellar is a love story, but that is all it is.
I try to write about you, but it complicates the grief.
the man you were might not recognize the ghost you have become.
you might have started balding. you might have liked my boyfriend.
you might have gone to Buffalo
to see the totality of the eclipse.
you might also have believed me
when I described the crater of your gravesite
as eclipsed only by that of your absence.
McCaela Prentice (she/her) is living and writing in Bangor, ME. She is growing ghost peppers too. Her poems have previously appeared in HAD, Ghost City Review, and Denver Quarterly. Her first poetry collection “JUNK DRAWER HEART” was published in 2020 with Invisible Hand Press.
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