December 4, 2024Dawn
you were playing god all summer, back when summer
meant being with you and winter meant being on a
different coast than you: playing god the way you
slowed time the way you quickened time the way
the way you sent the minute hand flying backward
with nothing but a whirl of a finger or a glance:
my little divinity you took me up flights of stairs
in the city and down flights of stairs in the city,
& from across the avenue you sent a kiss in the shape
of the flight of a bird, & it was a spell
you were casting, that i knew you were casting on me,
& one night under the full power of that spell,
in the ruby plush of a sofa, with stars low at
the windows, i said, love you to always, & you said
it back, & when i checked again i saw i was
mistaken, it was the ruby plush of a grassy embankment,
& the stars were low & it was a garden they lowered on,
& the city hadn’t been built yet & we were the only two
in the world, in a world your spell had made recent
from #85 – Musicians