...Pearls of aspirin, chocolate bullets. Separate maladies in the time of cold weather.It’s bad to want The Loved One. His name is Lord to me. Pressed into this world like a Roosevelt dime. Candles burn and I see him behind a splash of starlings. The Loved One does this deliberately. Wandering. He is a kite in the clouds. I am the good sailor of the lost afternoon.
Year of the Goat slingshots in to re-build itself. Year of the Want. I wanted to put my hand on him like a cameo. He is mine at dinner. I am constructed to have him. I am an accomplished study; I know my Queen’s thigh bone.
Slowly, slowly we are spinning upwards.
I am equaled in time and stillness only by the willow.
Impressions received by radio wave. His favorite lemon-colored, tie-dyed scarf.
I dedicated my summer nights to the excitement of his silvery star. I cast myself down outside his house. Always at his feet.
I knew his symptoms. I sent a whole pound of black licorice. I say that by way of embarrassment. Stealing, then exchanging these days. What a body! The “yes” I said in vain to it. Chocolate covered cherries given on a million occasions. Oh, white Nike. In an instant my mind is calling, and I want to huddle him in my arms and jump. I think I can handle it...
