ConstellationLast night, I misidentified Cassiopeia What to say?Constellation
Perhaps my skies differ now from when I was with you; a change of place, no?
But this sky—where am I on the map of the world? Questioning,
the same music resonates, and I am not so lost, and I recognize:
Wherever I am, my signal is getting stronger
Graceful DrowningMr. Collins called it an art That is, the way we submerge ourselvesGraceful Drowning
beneath oceans, struggling for
ever-so-precious breath Myself? I say we must drown
gracefully Throw a kick to the side, just so— Dive down once, twice, to apprehend
that shock in the lungs, the water’s bear hug of pressure that won’t release you Drink in the endless blue, both above and below the eternal beauty of water and sky And, where they converge, the not-quite-life and the not-quite-death; the in-between— that is where we drown with grace
afternoon VIIafternoon VIIafternoon VII
on occasion, the way you laugh in the sticky summer heat makes me miss
watermelons
every 8:15: synonymous with pushing & pulling & laughing,
as if endorphins might help us roll
the watermelons up the hill faster
8:15 times have come & gone & sometimes I also miss falling in love with you
these days, we are usually happy: we discuss friends & lovers & almost-but-not-quite lovers
over lettuce & celery & my lunch
(hearts moving forward— what a fickl
afternoon VIafternoon VIafternoon VI
today began
silently & appropriately with delicious watermelon
& brilliant smiles as the juice dripped down my chin
(although my cheeks were pink
from embarrassment,
not fruit)
we talk about the morning & you invite me to follow you,
to come along as you wrestle bananas and mangos
you invite me to follow you!
your proposal resurrects
another midsummer afternoon, penned centuries ago— perhaps before the very existence of watermelons:
use me but as your spaniel, spurn m
Oops?
sophie
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only the young die young.
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only the young die young.
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