How could I, with the street signs
to guide my way?
The fiery sounds of pecks
coming from lovers around every darkened corner.
I use these sounds to direct me
away from wrong avenues
and romance’s doorway.
“Don’t get lost!”
I turn to respond
only to be greeted by the soft caressing scent
of a pine fire,
and I lose my step on
a loose piece of concrete.
Recovering from the temptation of fire
and gravity’s unrelenting trickery
I stumble home
trying not to laugh
as the street lamps pretend to be stars
in the fog.
Aigner Loren Wilson is a queer Black SFWA, HWA, and Codex writer. Her work has appeared in Arsenika, Terraform, Rue Morgue, and more. She was listed on the honors list for the Otherwise Fellowship award for 2019. She also writes or edits for Strange Horizons, Nightlight Horror Podcast, Oly Arts, Discover Pods, and more.