Exploded Stars by Kamilah Aisha Moon

haunted by
wholeness—
bright debris sibilant
beneath skin tug-of-warring
with gravity, we
harvest shine
from the caves of
mouths & crevices
of eyes incandescent
as we remember
the most massive
flares among us,
detonate inside
each other to hold
tiny supernovae
in our arms. Crushed
bodies craving fusion
keep us brimming
with enough energy
to pass on,
keep us lit & lying
to ourselves about
the eventual & sudden
ways we black hole—
it already happened, it’s happening
anyway, to happen soon,
scattering all that we think
matters so much now
for another radiant giant to gather
then fling across galaxies
again—reconstituted
& scorched clean,
new turmoil begging
from the inside out
to burn.