08 May 2012

Arecelis Girmay

[from Arecelis Girmay's Kingdom Animalia, BOA, 2011]

Small Letter

do not go, this day, the red
of bridges, my little, stay

beside me over
the ruins of san francisco.

go, but do not go
from me, my one,

my love, my very kin
who I laughed with in our sleep

every night, my dream
beside your dream, for a year.

wrecking ball despedida, wreck
the great rooms in my chest & take

my last song, but do not leave me
on this earth, my one

without my one. how would
the hand ever live, if it knew

it would never braid your hair
again, or hold your face?

it would get up & walk
away forever then.

one by one my breaths
would go out looking: a procession

of homeless dogs,
                                                  or clouds


1 comment:

  1. How would the hand ever live, if it knew it would never braid your hair again, or hold your face? Heart touching !

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