A Poem by Garrett De Temple

in the sicksweet
morning,
through the purplish vacancy
of magnetic space

I know

you’re just far enough away
for silence, fingers
crossing
your pursed lips

wiping away
that  icedark gloss,

a borealis
split pink from laughing,
I can almost hear you

almost—
(a shivering windowglass
against a bright wind)
and

in this
my
most vacant hour,

I wonder

how our final nights will ring
with the trumpets we deserve.

Garrett De Temple received his MFA from Manhattanville College in 2014. His work has most recently appeared or is upcoming in Crack the Spine, YO-NewYork, Miracle Monocle, and Permafrost. He is a lyricist for the Brooklyn-based songwriting duo The Point (@thepointsongs) and one-half of the occasional americana band SkyMagik (@SkyMagikBand).