the first night of no one

Crystal A.C. Salas

i went to joshua tree the nightfall never so clear

on its points thought I could drop my head back

enough to see my pretending cradled in orion’s belt

cupped in big dipper enough for me to drink

exhaled inhaled my own nebula

i don’t know where god is but

i believed in you not like a god

just a dust road still traceable

but the stars stole the map right out of my mouth

Crystal A.C. Salas is a Chicanx poet, essayist, educator, and community organizer. Her work has appeared in [PANK] Magazine, PCC Inscape, Chaparral Poetry, The Acentos Review, and others. She lives in Los Angeles where she writes about community landscapes of grief, remembrance, memorialized and un-memorialized spaces. She is currently completing her M.F.A. at UC Riverside and is [accidentally] working on two manuscripts.