Poetry by Avra Margariti

The Ship Named Orpheus

Theirs was the last starship to leave Earth.
They surveyed their desolate planet one last time
And in a way it felt like saying goodbye
To an empty apartment just before a move.
She kissed her fingers then waved them at the cracked ground.
He held his eyes open despite the sting of virulent air.
When they stepped into the ship, they did so in sync,
An old first-foot tradition that felt right in its nostalgia.
As the ship named Orpheus took off in a cloud of smoke,
They couldn’t help but look back at all the havoc they had wreaked.

City of Wolves

Time has tamed us.
We wear our gowns and suits to glittery ballrooms,
carry our briefcases and purses as we commute to work—
express trains and clean-swept streets.
But when the moon's belly is full
and each crater resembles milk spills,
our skin itches tight as a snare drum,
our finely-tailored clothes rough against our bristling
electrified fur.
We gather at night then,
husbands and wives, youngsters and elders.
We tread on dewy grass and neat patches of
city green
paw by trembling paw,
shedding satin nightgowns and flannel pajamas,
silver-lit sheepskins that no longer fit.
We never know who starts it—this constellary séance—
but we all know how to join in once it does.
A bone-command to bay at the moon,
our throats working overtime
not to recite the multiplication table,
run lines for the community theater play,
or give PowerPoint presentations,
but to split in a
primal canine cry.
Lupus, we bark,
O, Lupus.
And he, our semi-forgotten deity, lowers himself
from the sky.
His stars dislocate from one another
to weave between us,
drifting down like glinting poplar fluff.
We howl ourselves raw,
gaze into each other’s eyes full of star streaks and
moon mania.
Our ancestors are by our side,
untamed, unapologetic beasts.
Lupus is here,
Lupus is everywhere.
And he will be with us till morning.

Avra Margariti is a queer Social Work undergrad from Greece. She enjoys storytelling in all its forms and writes about diverse identities and experiences. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Vastarien, Asimov’s, Liminality, Arsenika, and other venues. You can find her on Twitter @avramargariti.