for Finn There was a list. We were laughing.This is all I remember as first lightenters the windows, slipssomehow through closed lids.I keep my eyes closed in hopesthat if I am still enough I can graspan image tendril of the dreamand tug it closer.For hours, it doesn’t work.When I stop reaching, what is hereare real […]
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Eventually we learn to laugh when we dropthe glass and it shatters all over the floor,finding laughter more fun than a shackle of curses.We can wiggle our butt more when someonesays it looks big instead of trying to tuck ittighter beneath our hips. Eventually we learnthere is no way to not be exactly ourselves.What freedom […]
An hour after we light the tree,it’s hard to rememberhow the room used to be—so soon we relax into radiance.It makes me want to whisperluminous words, string kindnessestogether like twinkling garland,hang them wherever it’s dim.If we all spoke in light,imagine that glow—howquickly even the darkest spacesinside and between uscould become welcoming,warm, even, imagine, incandescent.
I remember her waltzing across the living roomsinging, Somewhere my love, dah dah dah, dah,dah dah. She was dancing alone, as she often did,but oh, could she waltz, small feet like wings, her thinbody gliding past tables and chairs, weaving, spinning,her arms lifted up in the air around a loving partnerwho had never been there. […]
I ladle on extra sauce.Roasted peanuts. Onion. Mint?Fruity heat of yellow pepper.It’s creamy, spicy, decadent. I think how far Renee has traveled.A wide river hides in his smile.A great cat prowls through his name.There are mountains in his eyes. When Renee makes Huancaína,I taste somewhere I’ve never been.A sacred valley with ancient paths.Misty skies and terraced lands. His […]
A week before winter solstice,we explore in our room a spillingof low-angled sun, a deep poolof light the darkness has notyet devoured. Our bodies,pale pilgrims traversing the night,wade in, then dive, surprisedby this warm, naked hour.Our hearts have been wrecked,but we yet survive, washed uplike flotsam on this radiantshore, this place we’ve knownthousands of days […]
It was not all for this one momentwhen she stood alone on stage,poised on her toe shoes, both armsraised, her hands and wrists pulsingin delicate waves—all the pink tightsand hair nets, blisters and tearsand long rehearsals for fourteen years—it was not all for this winged momentwhen Saint-Saëns played and she leaptand pirouetted and pas de […]
for B The day after you died,everyone was you.Every man behind a counter,every woman on a phone,every child, every grandmother,every stranger in the airport,every driver on the highway.Every voice was your voice.Every face was your face.Who else, I wondered, wascertain they could not liveanother moment? Not knowingthe answer, I imagined lovecarrying all our fragile,floating hearts. I […]