incantations

cia m

illustration by maia boakye

i. WHAT HE SAID

 

See, it was like this: I asked you how

stars and string theory work and you opened

your jewel mouth, that glittering spillage, and said

‘see, it was like this.’ I asked you

if you’d planned it, but I know that your

pockets aren’t big enough to fore-

see things like this: I asked you how

stars and string theory work. And you opened

pockets that aren’t big enough to fore-

see. It was like this: I asked your

jewel mouth. That glittering spillage and

you opened.

 

ii. IF I AM

 

the pocked face of the moon

on the night bus, you are my dream state

as of late, or I am, or you are

the pocked face of the moon

as of late, or I am, or you are

on the night bus: you are my dream state,

the pocked face of the moon.

 

iii. A SMALL REQUEST

 

Tenderly, two clots of silver

sprout from your earlobes and

stay there for thirty years.

 

Since then: I am plagued

with sounds

of night rain,

 

each drop so plump

my palms beg to know how

your jewels clink one another

 

in the drawer beneath your

finger-tips.

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