by Chloe N. Clark
She points and says there
is the earth at night
and everyone turns but me
because I am still watching you
from out the corner of my eye
I’ve always loved best
when I can barely see
You turn with everyone
and I avoid your eyes
finding spots across
the blanket of the universe
I can stare into instead
Chloe N. Clark’s work appears in Verse Wisconsin, New South, Little Fiction, Glass, and more. She is co-Editor-in-Chief of Cotton Xenomorph, writes for Nerds of a Feather, and her debit chapbook, The Science of Unvanishing Objects, is out from Finishing Line Press. Find her on Twitter @PintsNCupcakes