If anything. If light is another / way to meet your
body, now / understand the thinning of it
everywhere else. I suppose / I am in the most /
beautiful era of becoming / sacred: my palms
gashed / from my body, prayer / still seared on my
teeth only / for its holy cloth of language. If we /
were anything at all, you must understand: / I am
terrified and so / fevered with sorrow. The slight /
shadow of this silent, small / boat a mouthed
desire for something / past capable breath. And
the water: a flat chest of blue wall. / I wave this
orchestral minor into the / dark. Suppose you
lived. /
Stephanie Fuentes is a Mexican-American poet and writer from New York City. Her work is published/forthcoming in Columbia Quarto Magazine, Breakbread Magazine, Eunoia Review, and more. She attends Barnard College of Columbia University, where she is a Staff Editor at 4×4 Magazine.