“This Balcony is Not Yours” by Michael Montlack

No matter how often I try
to breathe in the vast blue
of the morning, to succumb
to the sea’s even vaster blue,
there’s no clear route back,
is there? The return express
too exhausted to ghost
its own tracks, to haul more
wagons of regret, trinkets
heavy as iron from somewhere
that will remind me of you—
I wear them around my neck
and lay low. Their indistinct
shapes almost immense enough
to contain the unswimmable
sea and yet another morning,
too many unnameable blues.

Michael Montlack is the author of the poetry book Cool Limbo (NYQ Books) and the editor of the Lambda Finalist essay anthology My Diva: 65 Gay Men on the Women Who Inspire Them (University of Wisconsin Press). Recently his work has appeared in North American Review, Barrow Street, Hotel Amerika, Poet Lore, The Cortland Review, Painted Bride Quarterly and Advocate.com. He lives in NYC.