By: Trevor K. Allred
Even friends move on. And the world
is so much bigger than me.
When did you realize you weren’t home?
I find myself thinking of the word “ghosts” as I look up tonight.
It’s 10pm in outer space.
(I am driving forever into stars; nothing can stop me. Space has
its music. It’s what echoes are made of. Somewhere,
right now, Jupiter is swallowing nothing again and again and again)
I walk back to my car.
Trevor Kaiser Allred has work published in Boned Stories, Eunoia Review, and Pomona Valley Review, and was a poetry judge for DASH Literary Journal Vol 9. He is the Community Relations Manager at 1888 Center, a non-profit cultural center for the literary arts, and is a poet at The dA Center for the Arts. Keep in touch @TrevKAllred on Instagram or Twitter or more at TrevKAllred.com.