Anthony Hanible

Rooftop

Night unbuttons me

Daylight names what rises out

Between them I stand

Half shadow

Half shine

A hinge the horizon keeps turning

And still the sky waits

Holding its breath

As if my cracking might redraw its constellations

Even the wind pauses

Listening for the truth beneath my ribs

And in that thin

Trembling silence

The world leans closer

As though I were a doorway

It has been trying to remember

A threshold carved from breath and bone

Where two kingdoms trade their crowns