her archipelagos. mom 1946–2009.
her heart was a furnace
fluttering and flashing
waving its wings, as I turned the leaves in the yard
cursing, the heaviness of her veins
weighed on me divinely.
the clouds (charred) rumbled above me
inaugurating a new sun.
my mouth frosted dry, its lips sinewy with arrows.
below the rake I see
more leaves, wandering aloud
at the edge of the tines.
the tides of her heart rose and fell
i stepped back, asking
can cracks like that be permanent?
the glinting link, maybe of chain, more likely of silk,
exposed her vicious mortal innocence
enduring in its cruelty,
its tattered eyes cloudy but certain in color
jealous emerald running like a river
of moon-bright water
through her sea, through me, gently at first
unambiguous and thoughtless
the lyric of its motion (generous)
considerate as it enveloped
her mottled left hand, holder
of who I was.
my ungraceful oblivion sealed in the
envelope, its soundless chorus
asked her to let me be
someone I never was.
too often, we hold tightly onto the hands of those we try to destroy.