Rachel is ecstatic, sparks of static electricity traveling
to, from and between her and us\u00a0
She may have rubbed her back on a charged shag rug<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yesterday her last sunset in her 20s
5:04, only the sun\u2019s orange cap, 5:05, cap sinks into purple haze,
Sky smolders<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In French, the anesthesiologist and I critiqued the Deer Hunter
since I grew up in Pittsburgh
and there was no time for pain killers<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The other doctor caught her<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her perfectly etched rose lips
in minuscule<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A child who droops at crepuscule. The
partial darkness, the haunted transition.
A child attuned to melancholy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Though she could stand in a blue wooden door
and shout at the wind: Va-t\u2019en, va-t\u2019en!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Born under the sign of empathy <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She went to neo-natal
I went back to my bed, sighed;
picked up Crime and Punishment<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s always opened me up<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Simultaneity: that brown baby gaze pouring itself
into its beloved (at three months), again, now,
those soft defenseless gazing eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Haze is creeping on one side, as if everything we are seeing
is through memory<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Are we getting sentimental
Trees wear their fur-lined glove inside out
Eternity parallels the horizon like orange crush<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No beginning or end at either end<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And all the dusk netting, then night netting<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sister weavers do their work by feel
Drunken shafts of light filtering through the weave
of cypress<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Monterey, to be exact<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As she paints her burger with an exactitude of ketchup,
she wipes each plate as a fresh daily canvas. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Rachel is ecstatic, sparks of static electricity travelingto, from and between her and us\u00a0She may have rubbed her back on a charged shag rug Yesterday her last sunset in her 20s5:04, only the sun\u2019s orange cap, 5:05, cap sinks into … Continue reading