Shards
Crumpled petals like dragonfly wings crushed in greeting cards, remember?
Flower
I wrote poems
in supermarket parking lots
stopping under palm trees
in sun that burned
but called my
petals to open
with its
sheer
white
drenching
I quaked with desire
with tastes that haunted
without relief
in the wee hours
when the cats
followed me
to the bathroom
emerging
from their
daytime recluses
begging me to play
as they remembered me
from a previous life
My heart broke
as I tried to bust
through invisible
membranes
that kept me apart
from the world I knew
Brave
Unshackled
Craving beauty
Through torn skin
Dripping blood
In stores
On sidewalks
as I told myself
and others
I used to be
A person
On stage again
My voice in the air
that wasn’t
inside my head
I transmitted my longing
my grief
my lost kingdom
to strangers
who transmitted their own
Every month
I paid
exorbitantly
keeping myself alive
for my child
The debt a gift
owed
in this lifetime
I force myself to blossom
Crank out moist colors
from parched ground
I needle my sap
onto the page
Seeds into the ether
Sisyphus’ Wife
I leave my heart
at the bottom of a hill
Brush hands together
Walk away
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