The Whizzbang on Fitz
BD Salvas
In the early hours of life, before glowing protectors change shifts.
Obelisks lap flightless angels off the asphalt, their white knuckles
wrapped around pulsing wind that strokes a candlelit paint-by-numbers.
And as kinesthetic transparencies defiantly brush passed stop signs,
Transfixed figures suspended by time, wait patiently for green.
Dreams upheaved from their lofts grow together like happy phantoms.
So these ephemeral beasts begin to gnaw well into the brightness.
And the fragile warmth of this boastful melty display juxtaposed
With sterile friendliness, kindled by infinitesimal freckles uttering
Their final ‘‘hello’’s from more inches away than pinkies could link to,
Mixes on a canvas of borrowed magic and the rapturous sound
Of the earth’s gravitational pull brushing up against you.
BD Salvas is an emerging Black poet from Southern California. She uses her experiences as a Black queer person to write about sex, love, trauma, and nature. When she isn’t writing poetry BD is likely to be making fractal art, analyzing classical literature, or watching anime. Twitter: @BethDimanche