Nachtstilleben
By Cynthia Cruz
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)