even the blue dots of distant planet bodies swim
across the same fishhook sky
of summer rot and swollen thunder, the trajectory
of little peaches, fuzzy and oblong
does it stay true like a tongue to the pierced flesh
does it collapse if gravity tells it
Farryl Last is a 2015 MFA graduate from Hunter College. She has developed and taught undergraduate courses and works in the field of study abroad. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Maine Review, Entropy, HOUND, Hermeneutic Chaos, Word Riot, and Poetry City, USA, among others. She once lived in Mantova, Italy, and taught English there.