By Trevor Moffa

Home is a heavy place
a mass of gravitational consequence

an island of volcanic rock and hot memory
How many times I’ve agreed

that my island is a paradise
rewriting the inferno

the heartbeat and good grief
how many times have you done the same

How quickly a small circle
becomes one big corner

We fight like animals
with nowhere left to go

like two canaries in the same mine
pecking and shouting hard to prove

who gets which dark hollow
to confirm the other is still there

Trevor Moffa is a poet and former coal miner, park ranger, bookseller, and sandwich artist from Pittsburgh, PA. Recent work published or forthcoming in Chautauqua, Sleet, Sierra Nevada Review, Midway Journal, and Under a Warm Green Linden.