The Other Rebel after your last words, “you cannot have us both.” Your open lips on my chest—what I heard last, what stayed the longest, second only to white noise that began when you left, fever-faced, for your cherry blossom garden, an island of impermanence, Mono no aware, where nothing lasts. Transience is not a […]
Week 20 In the dream bodies arch like hills behind the rain-wet Alhambra. Monastery orange trees witness the howl of hands. This exhausted fruit tastes tail-pipe. No husband to take my night and walk sleep-circles, no knife-blade carefully removing the peel.
Nanny cam. Traffic cam. Bank machine eye. Facial recognition software. I imagine being watched which I don’t have to imagine. Facebook’s old photos. Look at that hair! Avatars which used to mean gods, maybe sitting on lily pads. By the supreme power of my two-legged presence. Or two thumbs. Maps in the front of books […]