Father, I trust that our hearts are connected
by the silvery shore, a restless tide rising busily
tonight, to deliver moonshine to your beloved
daughter. See me strapped to a storm-tossed bed,
steered along by the nightmare hands of memory,
through giant emerald swirls. Same eyes connected
to wispy black lashes, thick angled brows overhead,
the brown ridge of a bent nose breathing in murky
water from the sea drunk on rain. Enough beloved
to float in for days. A final voyage to a lost city reached
by the brave hope that sailed your coffin below thundery
clouds, seeking stars forged in the core of our spirits connected.
Two-in-one celestial paths shaped like a promise spread
over this end of the earth. A kaleidoscope reverie
of precious moments bequeathed to me, your beloved,
collecting in the bubbly foam at my feet. The read thread
anchored to my wrist is pulling away, pushing out to sea
dragging me down to the endless deep to be reconnected
to your sleepless shell now softly whispering, beloved, beloved.
A summer’s day, trail of Scrabble chips
scattered on the floor, hot cheeks & chapped lips.
You said let me touch them. I blinked twice.
The wind chimed in my ears. Sun sizzled in your eyes,
painting them bright blue. My favorite color. The dream
warp I stare into to keep from seeing shadow, the wolf
stalking the tree line at my back, the house.
A pattern of claws marks my arms. You call them
speedbumps. I’m glad you’ve come to admire them.
But I still want to slap you.
I know, you’d like me better if I tried.
The cuckoo clock stuck to the wall splits open
like a cracked egg. A chickadee emerges. I twist
my neck to check it.
An hour remains. & you sharpen my hipbones
with your stone hands.
Then lay me down, my home. Brown hair floats
around you & I like a garment. My heart shape
is tucked inside your jean pocket, along with a wallet,
a faded picture of a happy family.
I call out to them in the silence of our kiss – a secret
they keep from you for me, like the little string swimming,
a red minnow, caught in the hooks of my bra strap.