"Antares" by Damian Rucci

It could just be the drugs

but I think we found innocence tonight

in the parking lot

in front of your house

watching the Antares Rocket

from your phone become a shooting star
across a Jersey sky
we waved to the spaceship
becoming alien in the Cassiopeia

of autumn lights
I think of my youth chasing daylight
along the beaches of the Bayshore
your smile reminds me of then
and I think maybe home
isn't a place but a series of moments
when you feel less alone


*previously published in the former lives of saints

(emp, 2017)