I want to push our cities together
like tectonic plates.
under a fig tree in Greenpoint
the light is looking strangled
and my dress in need of washing.
I think of our lives as parallel
as two halves
of something ripe
out of season.
you could reach the branches
I am stretching for. you would know
what to do in an earthquake
would know some trick
for the seeds in our teeth.
McCaela Prentice (she/her) is living and writing in Astoria, NY. Her poems have previously appeared in HAD, Ghost City Review, and Perhappened. Her full length poetry collection "PULP PROPHET" is forthcoming in 2023 with Musing Publications.