Someday I'll Love Chavala Ymker
Someday I'll Love Chavala Ymker
After Frank O'Hara / After Roger Reeves / After Ocean Vuong
When budding tendrils twist over sodden earth to bury blood red shards of my locket heart
When the ragged stump edges pucker into scars
When shadowy ghosts no longer choke me with invisible hands
When whispering ashes of promise don’t burn me down to skeleton hinges
When the crooked limbs of family sprout waxy green leaves
When red veins run through wrought iron hearts stitching together a patch-worked quilt
When the words stringing themselves together
to block the neurotransmitters
to spiral a kaleidoscope around me
to fill me with a silent scream
Dissolve into rose petals blown through my fingers
A gentle wind rustling the feathers of a little bird:
willing my heart to walk the horizon
lost between heaven and earth.