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You asked why I wore My hair on top of my head  Rather than down as you prefer  And while it wasn’t an order,  You used the same mouth that breathed    Lost life into me just days before to say it,  Sucking it right back out.  A Mermaid’s curse My generational instinct to comply, Acquiesced to the request  To think less of myself,  Even if your intention  Was to make me feel more free  To throw my comfort  to the nonexistent breeze,  Shaking out each curl  Medusa power  as you speculated it could only be  Performative to have it leashed,  Taming my wild  Against our heat,  Not because: I just like it that way…  I’ve lived so many lifetimes in this one  Discrediting myself That I know I can’t risk any more  As it feels like my siren song is waning  So I put you in the file marked casual  and casually think to myself  with as much nonchalance  as I’ll ever...

I have a thing  For a very specific type of face I need lips that match mine And skin that makes moonlight Seem as if it exists just for its bronze glow  Visages of ancestors etched  In smiles and tears alike  Ya know? Just that, simplicity  The things that make fleeting moments Seem less harrowing More seared and stitched  Like leather  And tight denim pockets Hands stuffed inside, too afraid to loose Their grip on one moment Feet so lofty  They float out of cowgirl boots  Cosplaying the West together  Heads turn to us from every direction Those who count time,  But never accounted for beauty like ours  Friendship like ours  Timeless It’s disturbing, yet validating  12 years in the making -  17 spinning suns distant  This:  It will be quick,  Mortal accountant math considered… But when the universe speaks loudly, When it gives you one lil Chance  And then another much different one You have t...

 —> Tightened grip on the bow   Head on swivel No capacity for dreamy drivel  Graphic avenger  Novice huntswoman Apples, deer hearts, daggers, and mirrors  Looking for  Any sign:  Tea leaves Fortune cookie  Shooting star:  That she shouldn’t release  The arrow.  Her back: a toned, tuned Maple violin  Also bowed, always arching  Chest out, nipples rigid  The taught space  Between her fingers,  Sweat proof, carnelian resin grip  Ready to strike  But she does not loose  Instead she points down,  turns tail and mane  Making her way for higher ground  Flood gates are opening And hooves aren’t fins 

Prizes, consolatory ones.   I can name a few The big ones are treasures beyond riches  They are named love, hope, dreams  And in their eyes,  Our humanity reflects back  at us,  —the best gift. No matter the mood:  They are accessible  So You open the chest  You expect Pandora,  We are trained for the worst, after all:  Fight or flight, all a fright     But instead, you get  —festival of the highest order  A loud moonless night  engulfed by the Milky Way   And Earth’s buzzing darkness   At once dangerous with its  Silvery lichen,  Vulnerable, finally, with its Green, soft night moss Nature’s rave  Our Universal dance  All that is known, the biggest expanse  Laid right there,  bare before your feet  Begging for your touch  But instead of plucking off  The smallest piece,  One star  Or even a twinkle Knowing that’s all you’d get An...

I have a playlist with your initials  Music for a muse It goes from melancholic, to maudlin,  to nostalgic to laughable  Sometimes in one beat, or less Fast as a hummingbird drinking clear  Sugary nectar  Wings flutter  (Many times, it’s a slow oily candle Burning at more than one end Still somehow frenetic, frantic) Like these words I type  That inevitably end in sentences,  Engine purring: you  Over and over again, a bene-addiction Drawing breath in to savor the savior  last syllable, throttle released…  When I am on you, drug of choice I feel safe, in each gear  No matter the speed.   And while I am not a prayerful woman,  I know how to knee-down (As you knew) On each speckle freckle in gravel,  Stardust maps to villages souls travel Until they get it right.