MIA KERNAGHAN

We created a world made of rippled sheets and waves in our movements. Sunny days when there was heat between us and rain from our temples...

I asked men who felt no pain, what it was like to fall in a maddening love. They brushed off my question with a sweet kiss and sideways...

There is a dark sky, some light pollution just beside the shore. He waits for minutes, days, maybe months or just one inflicted moment;...

I saw a singular star that reminded me of you. It stood alone and had a name like Vega, but I called it by yours and laughed to myself...

Maybe it was just a dream. Butterflies in the morning and luna moths at night. Connected beneath the constellations that once dismantled...

A beach house with wooden panels and three wicker chairs, where we denied our loneliness and in its place a quintessential naivety.