Happy New Year! | Ezra Gatlin
Hinged on a cumulonimbus,
breakfast rings in cerulean blue,
From here, the pigeons are seagulls
hunting for a tourist trapped.
From here, I am still landlocked.
Water foaming at the mouth for a second chance.
Chokecherries crush purple
on coastal beaks.
I am six fools
and one bitter-berry away
from asking about you.
Fawning under the headlights of a GMC,
submission never tasted so sweet.
Backseat transmission,
broken,
sounds expensive.
DNA-altering sex with rain clouds on the distance.
It would be so easy to slide back in.
Happy New Year!
I miss you!
How have you been?
Finder's keepers
Loser's weepers
Boys go to Jupiter
to get more stupider.
Girls take me to heaven
and call it Venus.
Ezra Gatlin (they/any) is a black, transmasculine poet currently residing in Dallas, Texas. They are the resident writer for grassroots mutual aid organization, SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST DTX, as well as The Stewpot's STREETZine. They were also nominated for 2026 Best of the Net with Arcana Poetry Press. Ezra can be found at @bloodbornepoetry on Instagram.