In Moments 3

by Marisela Zamora

In this moment I am missing you

And what needs to happen is a call from

me or you and this heaviness will be

carried and flown heavenly to the heavens

But not this fleshed out flesh bones will Honor

a moment with honor next to the universe

versatile proximity I’m beginning to sweat

more than I use which is not as beginning began

forming cities sideways

These ageing minutes I understand in moments 3

O’clock ends endings keeps happenings O ends my

nails scraping the sorrow as I begin to understand

women O these women! Circling stops tranquility

lost & fully her alone but understanding understand

she’s fully her alone completely beginning as it must be

The profiles of us faceless in essence our smile you grab

tiger blood bleeding withstanding placed hissing doors

synthetic signals signal away now watch ocular twitched

drinking browns Crooked case beading bracelets burning

Necks rosary reds This moment effaced.

BIO: Marisela Zamora is writer from California. Find her poems in Expat Press, Hobart Pulp, Do Not Submit!, and other journals. She enjoys mornings with sliced fruit.