August 14, 2022
August 11, 2022
she tilted her mouth open and became the moon,
become the vector where talk of rain
becomes an announcement
over the tin radio in the ceiling:
patient mixed with light and blood,
oak floors were swollen into feet, the pollen of thunder
pounds lungs as nurse’s orders, the void of the father.
I bloomed inside her, pastels and memory,
metal and gears of labor,
the snapped twig of my sister
outside in the waiting room, as she walked
she left a trail of crayons,
tiny constellations of colors leading
straight into the dark mornings that followed.
When my mother speaks of the moon, she speaks of the past.
Before I cried for hours, before the living room walls
were bleached in yellow smoke,
dogs rested in piles
on the floor, blankets of fur, before the grace of her life waxed
and filled the apartment with its mass.
August 10, 2022
August 8, 2022
along with its comrades
tuck it beneath plastic slipcovers
and hurl it into bruised dumpsters
after all it can’t rise
but if— and when it rises
shred its spine
and when the pages are left
cheer while lighting a conflagration
pages hurled into the fortress of logs and flame
crumpling in perfect precision
into their graves
the words are burnt
and there is no more
a raw relief in the once charcoal-colored skies
even if a comma, a sentence,
an idea still linger, ever the seditious stranger
the next fire will be stronger
August 5, 2022
August 4, 2022
Already written in,
this carpet remnant,
these unseen frogs,
germane and dear,
pedestrian in its yellow leaves
beneath cornflower blue sky.
a reflection of my mother’s hand
thumbing the pie crust—
that dear thumb
embroidered with innocence
forever rubbing two pennies
together to make a meal.
Her precise off-green
taste for a life
taken from persecution
and the gas chambers,
where her relatives
perished though she—
placid through feast
to laugh and cough
and avoid the nightshades.
August 2, 2022
Threads of fate bind us together. Her beauty inspires scenes of another time – in the land of tomorrow – when we blend our forms – at the dawn of love.
Waves of action define her. Words of truth fall from her lips.