The moon has
decayed
swallowed itself
slept
sparked
a wisp of light
bloomed
and
Resurrected itself
Seven times
Since I saw you last.
Three continents away
as the crow flies
which it doesn't
I slap a stranger's hand off my thigh
My girls laugh, he blusters
I look away from their glee and his angry appled throat
Into a mirrored strobe-light wall,
Another sky.
You rise in my mind
more vivid than you have any right to be
more vivid than you have any right to be
And my face tips up;
Memory and response
Past reason.
Twenty minutes later
I've taken a cab home
To complete an errand
I willfully neglected this morning.
I've traded old-school disco
And a tangle of bodies
That sing each other electric
For
Cricket-song in my father's garden
Jasmine exhaling soft and feral
And the chimes of texts from the girls
where are you where are you
Because
You make me want to water the plants.
The sunflower is my sister now
No longer an inanimate unknowable thing;
If I mentioned the sunlight to her
In a language she knew,
Even now
She would dream of its heat,
The way it bent to her this morning
And lift her brow to kiss the memory back,
Stalks and petals lucent in the moonless night.
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