“And I’ll greet them, marveling at their reawakening…”
A few feet away, a first-gen Lincoln Town Car had taken up residence at the curb. It wore vanity Idaho plates celebrating someone named JELLI.
Once, I was your other heartbeat, your deepest
center. You were the world I was and knew.
After—all your life—I thought I was unlike
you: the you I liked, and otherwise.
The baby holds her hands to her ears, and I worry she hears voices.
“After her stroke, we read to each other”
Spring has shifted the year’s
Uneven balance and the light
Spreads even as dawn adjusts…
“Soon, several hundred sated, well-lubricated,
Turkish towel donning friends or strangers
will begin to filter out from the labyrinth
of thin-walled, cramped, private cubicles.”