the blueshift journal
blueshift / ˈblo͞oˌSHift / noun
the displacement of the spectrum to shorter wavelengths in the light coming from distant celestial objects moving toward the observer.
ON PLANET EARTH
WE TOUCH OURSELVES
JOSHUA JENNIFER ESPINOZA
On planet earth we touch ourselves
and call it progress. Sometimes we think
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the end is coming, but it is only a dream.
Or maybe a light. Or maybe a faded
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memory of another place. The first half of
anything is green and glowing. You can
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hold it in your hands and drink from it
slowly. Like a landscape it changes
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size depending on what surrounds you.
We’re surrounded by men who walk and
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talk and break things with their hands
while we hide and gasp and drown
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inside our bodies. You can’t imagine anything
outside this image—silk screen flesh and
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blood rendered softly with each forgetting
breath. Gendered birds spinning through
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the skies. Guns going off at night and in the
morning and in the afternoon and the evening.
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Endless thawing. The realization that suffering
is nothing more than a heart’s gravity.