Desirée Chouinard
Holes of Black
The Sky,
after the sun sets.
The Subaru’s interior,
and dirty tires.
The still movement of shadows.
A shark in the Pacific,
while you’re night surfing.
The grave stone's symbols,
fear named scotophobia,
vision through a telescope lens cover.
The silence inside a toaster,
before it burns your strawberry pop tarts.
A surprise party,
before you walk in.
The inside of space.
The silhouette of trees.
The telephone wires,
covered in songbirds.
The look of hypothermia,
freezing your skin.
A color opposite from delicate snow.