All the girls want to see some
beauty tonight. And, if I can’t make it:
could you trap the sunset with your
desire to hold it in your palm? No, better yet,
every evening, stop everything and take me with you
filled with purples, pinks and
gold. Giving, giving, giving,
heaven surely knocking on our doors
in spite of your disbelief.
Jury’s out on heaven, of course—but we both
know that the world can be a
little stunning when we let it be. It
must be your gift to
never deny yourself the pleasure
of the worldly divine.
Promise me that there’s nothing
quotidian about this.
Right now—promise me you’ll never
stop looking for the hierophany in the every day.
Truth is: I’d follow you anywhere.
Emily Paquette-Leahy is a poet, writer, researcher, and social work student. Her poetry gestures toward understanding how we engage with each other as part of a collective, experiences of queerness, and memory(ies). Her poems have appeared in The Oakland Arts Review, Mélange, The Hart House Review, and Echolocation.
