It is spring
Or rather winter
When the sun is full
and shining
and large
and shaped like that bowl of soup that I spilled–
So many times–
And the wind blows like the delighted laughter of babies
And the ground, the dirt, the soil, the earth and the world–
It breathes–
It is dad’s birthday
I am alone in the back living room, where I pull the meaning from things, and then they are lifeless–
Emotionless and barren–
But they are useful.
I am making a paper cake from the remains of a manila folder–
Cream, pale friendship-rose yellow–
I tell myself it is for my presentation at school
That I am being productive
That I am doing something with what I know
That I am applying myself
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That summer, when we walked home
And you walked to the side of the path–
Where the grass and the dandelions blend like paints in a bottle–
And when you came back
The fluffy seeds have already floated away
But I smile
And you smile
And I take the empty flower head anyway
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Mother calls you
Po po is excited to hear your voice
But I work on
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The flap of a butterfly’s wings, tracing itself around me;
Your voice when you don’t just leave me alone;
I was at your door that night,
Did you know?
Listening to your life
And where did I put mine
I let you leave without a word of concern
Because now life says I ignore you
You cannot give me words anymore, and neither can I
Knowing all the names of your friends–
And all the names of your emails and your instagram and you–
Your name–
I called your name, once
You saw me, but life saw you too
And then you pulled away
And all I had left was your name
And then, when you left–
What was my name?
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Twisting rectangles around until they become cylinders
Cutting confetti until it becomes paper frosting
Hearing your voice say that everything is fine, everything is beautiful in this world you have birthed yourself into
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Mother says you read books to me
That I tried to follow you up the stairs, but couldn’t because crawling was all I knew
That you said you wanted to be a dump truck driver
That you wanted a brother but all you got was me
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Candles with molten wax pinned on sunshine yellow cylinder
Cake, says my eyes
Paper lie, says my brain
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You left for the world–
I watched you wheel into the sky like swallows flowing out of the eaves–
And while you do not speak to me anymore
And you do not tell me how anything works anymore
And my life says there is nothing to talk about anymore
And the words, they fall like stones sinking into the ocean
And when you find pebbles on the beach, worn away into sand and silt and sediment–
Then will you reply
And will you tell me later, what you’ve done in all these gray years?