particles exist to elicit parameters, us lucid
and lost in the ways of magnetic muses.
beautiful shifters, shapeless and circling different moons
than are visible on the average transparent night.
I wonder how many of us know we can choose
to drink each others sweat, or munch on mars dust.
when I am a mother, I can tell my tailgates how
I used to sneak around behind daddy’s back
trying on varied shades of starlight before I got here.
under what sun does honey feel hottest?
says the voice on the other side of our universe
beings roam free like the dogs that wander off the farm
and dodge transport trucks on the highway.
Lex McNair is currently living in London, ON as a Creative Writing student at The University of Western Ontario. She works as a reader for The Rusty Toque.