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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