living, breathing, walking


i love to see myself in you,

caribbean dusk.

you are the pillowcase i jump in –


no matter what he tells us.

built from rib of mother and lover,

healer and widow.

brought up by palm trees

and weeping willows.

i love you. i love you.

did you know?

i throw the match into my mouth

and glow,

and glow,

and glow!