- Chris McKinney – April 2 (post May 1)
Above in the blues, violets, and incarnadines
That make the sky look black from below
Shine the stars, like motes of life in my fizzy drink.
Those specs that draw bears, lions, dragons, and other monstrosities
In the heavens give me hope –
Hope, the last remnant in Pandora’s Box.
I’ll reach for that hope.
I’ll grasp it.
I’ll cling to it, tightly.
I’ll die with it.
— Chris McKinney