Maria Martin's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Up the Staircase Quarterly, Painted Bride Quarterly, cream city review, and elsewhere. She lives in Charleston, SC.

Maria Martin

Event Horizon

God fell from me the way a star forgets to hold up space. I'm telling you this: matter rose from me in glowing streams, dust still floats in light above my bedroom floor. Outside the trees stood soft against the dark, when a train came through and let out its long breath. I could hear my mother walk to run her bath, white socks on. From inside my room, it seemed that nothing more would ever really happen. And so, I imagined myself from above. My folded legs, and the moon beam on the rug. How compact my house stood within its street! How precise the star in space recalls the light it shed, those many thousand years before.

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