Poem by Brooke Brandtjen
There is ash on my hands and cooled wax
In black and blue bubbles on the floor
These mornings are honey, strawberries and
Mangoes, cut up on the kitchen table
But I will not kiss you, if only to keep you
Smiling in the photograph on my desk
Throw open the windows and let some air in
The sun quickly sets when you are desperate for it
Beauty is fear hanging low in the trees
A fruit scarlet, shining, set out just for me
I keep pining, ready to run away to someplace
Exactly like this, with moonlit skies and warm
Days and nights. A place fresh with honey bees.
Then will I be exactly who I see on the reflections
Of wine glasses from neighbors who adore me?
Then will I be the perfect party trick?
Like a box of firecrackers just recently lit?
Instead, I will wipe my hands off on a towel and say
Bring on the rapture, I am going today.
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