Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

Elysian / Echo

by Alicia Mountain

the park in Echo Park
is called Elysian

with steps so steep
we couldn’t speak

pebbles before becoming
a rockslide

half of me
holding out a hand

to keep you
my own cold plum

I would buy you
things I can’t afford

an orchard emptied
from the storm

the tail of the meteor
you thought you saw

someone like me
but more true

I watched you
even after you said

don’t watch me
while I fall