honeycomb in the sky//Felix Cerniglia

but my god i am tired
of being fine & i am tired of mistaking cowardice for love.
there was honeycomb in the sky the night
i drove back from crescent beach, the roads were
slick with it & i was thinking of how blue it had been in the morning,
how infinite.  it rained honey while the sun set
the beach turned gray & i counted
curves in the coast as it traced the road.  south for
morning, north for evening, it was already
past dusk in st augustine but my car was a time
machine & muscle memory found the house
where i fell in love two years ago, it hasn’t given up
into the atlantic yet.  i remember, i remember, i
remember, here comes the rain
again, there was so much wonder in the storm
& i could barely hold it inside so instead i clung onto the
steering wheel like it was the answer to
everything.  in the morning i drove south & sang
along for the clouds to listen & i don’t know if i was
free or if i just forgot my cage.  but the sun was in my eyes & i was
screaming i want to live at 55 miles per hour
& i wasn’t fine but it was okay because everything was
strange & everything hurt at the edges.  the pavement was a time
warp & A1A stretched beyond heaven
& i felt so fucking alive

Felix Cerniglia is a biology student from Florida. Their poetry has previously been featured in Chinchilla Lit and ad infinitum lit. He spends most of his free time either knitting or writing, and firmly believes that scientists create the best art.