I think that I’m most like Nut,
starlight and magic
shining from my breasts,
my darkness cloaking the world,
shrouding it from the burning sun.
I’d like to think that my tears freeze
on the pavement and coat branches.
That they patter against moss and oak.
I put in my opal earrings and think of comets,
dazzling flashes, glimmer of orbs.
When it is hot, I shed my clothes,
as Nut sheds the clouds and night is clear
and She is naked.
I lie beneath her, her eyes, my eyes,
hidden in shadow until Nut turns over,
and the sun appears.

[Kim Malinowski earned her B.A. from West Virginia University and her M.F.A. from American University. She studies with The Writers Studio. Her chapbook Death: A Love Story was published by Flutter Press. Her work appears in Faerie Magazine, Calliope, Eternal Haunted Summer, and elsewhere.]