Photo by Mariela Rivera
to watch her drift from the couch
into a sleep of amber evenings:
long-awaited sunlight reaching
forest floors of a childhood wish
*
on the kitchen table watching
how her worn-out body moves
with vigor and resoluteness
while concocting her usual
recipe of a little too
salty but always with more
than enough amount of love
*
the wild crops that raised
her are showing in the
flair of her dress and
my only wish is that when
my skin sinks thin into my bones
that I’ll laugh and follow fast steps
like thunder like her
*
she threaded me into
an orb with her
strongest of silk
*
in my breast pocket I carry
a spider fossilized in honeyed
resin:
hearts muse
Kindergarten 