(for Peter Everett 1971-2015)
The stars we don’t see, don’t reveal.
It’s like reading a Lorca poem, where
the translator mistakes ‘I love’
for ‘I want.’ I miss stars. I miss most
everything I took for love and now I want.
Pete, who crashed his motorcycle
on a starless night. The way he shined.
Suzanne Frischkorn‘s most recent poetry collection is Whipsaw (Anhinga Press, 2024), winner of the 2025 CNY Book Award for Poetry, and finalist for the Eugene Paul Nassar Poetry Prize. Her honors include a 2026 Ragdale Residency Award, and fellowships from the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, The Writer’s Center, and the Connecticut Commission on the Arts. Her poems have recently appeared, or are forthcoming in The Cincinnati Review, Denver Quarterly, North American Review, SWING, and Latino Poetry: The Library of America Anthology. She serves as an editor for $-Poetry Is Currency, and an assistant poetry editor for Terrain.org.