Great Red Spot
Twenty-two degrees south of Jupiter’s equator
is a storm three times the size of the earth
that has kept up its torrent
for over one hundred and eighty earth years
it swirls on the surface
like an impressionistic painting
longing to flay the skin
from the artist’s bones
Jupiter is not a friendly planet, it has always been
the schoolyard bully, the bar fight, the heavy-muscled
biker, the biggest guy on the block
but who can blame it?
Being born of storms and named
of thunder, would any child have a chance
to not be deadly? To not, furiously
acquire a great red spot and swirl
with atmospheric war cries
a howl across the sky?
I sound like my grandmother – I know – talking
of bad blood, of playground fistfights, of incarcerated
but still, we all come from
an explosion. Some of us just detonate
a little bit faster.
By Jay Douglas
Jay Douglas is a recent graduate of Indiana University of Pennsylvania with an undergraduate dual degree in English and Religious Studies. Jay enjoys cats, not going outside, collecting yo-yos, and being unapologetically queer.