
Peace Together
by Steven O. Young Jr.
Art: “Winter #5337” by Todd Luft
Beneath the simple assembly of eyelids
too heavy to resist their fall,
we puzzle ourselves in countless jigsaws
scattered without box art.
But even in the unthreading of all my skins—
old, impossible, future, fantasy—
I piece myself in the present playing pillow,
cradling the crook of your aching neck.
Our lobes nestle in gentle acceptance
of their grooves and gaps,
comfort found where we touch
just as much as part.
We celebrate electricity
circuiting our shared curves,
but no corners constrain the wondrous
stretchings of identity.
And the myth of destined fits
has no room for purchase,
each snug cove a well-worn hug
adjusted to the other’s tides.
Steven O. Young Jr. is knitted within the Great Lakes' mitten, where he earned an MA from Oakland University and occasionally slathers soundstages with his body weight's worth of paint. A previous contributor to Quibble Lit, his latest literary homes include 300 Days of Sun, Washington Square Review, Sweet Lit, Meniscus, and The Word's Faire.