Nachtstilleben

Come with me.
If there is a world.

Animal, mineral
Sticky star

Formed of silver
Crystal globs

In the form of stars.
In the form

Of mother-love.
Junk summer

Whistling its memory back
Into me.

Cindy and the jets.
Cindy and the silver

Window at the edge
Of the world. Cindy

Invisibilizing herself
Back into that black winter.

Star ride, star ride.
The world isn’t so bad.

Come let me
Hold your hand.

You never
Have to be

In this world this
Alone, again.

Notes:

Cynthia Cruz, "Nachtstilleben (Come with me)," from Sweet Repetition. © 2025 by The University of Chicago. Reprinted by permission of the University of Chicago Press. All rights reserved.

Source: Poetry (October 2025)