Ganymede
Lina Al Mashhoor
Underneath the twilight skies, we were made
of every bone that twists and bends then
breaks
witnessing the birth of stars, we once were its
dust
“I’m made of multiple skins and tangled sinews” you tell me and
“I’m made of gliding memories” i tell you
I swore I’d meet you when this world could no longer bear itself
when it comes shattering, making then unmaking
what we once knew as our promises and past selves
now we’re eight planets, but with the two suns and a schism
gravitating towards the space where four lightyears separate us
I’m racing with the solar wind; i promise to reach you first, but
you already knew that was a promise I couldn’t keep
remember when i pointed at your star and blocked all else?
when i found out it had a name and called you by it
instead?
in which dimension have i been you?
when our celestial bodies merged becoming one, but then
i,
cracked it back into—
two
“I have a dream I got to finish” i tell you
As every star in the cosmos ignites, beams then becomes new
i promise to meet you somewhere between the horizon
of other— more tender— skies
when you’re not Jupiter and I’m not one of your moons