Published by Ricardo and Isabel Nirenberg since 1998
There was a letter in the pocket of a raincoat
A drunk, apocalyptic version of me wrote.
I burglarized your lighthouse to remove it.
It would be sad and difficult to prove it.
I killed your pink seahorses with a truffle spoon
And mated your shrill, foul-mouthed parrot with a loon.
I have seven alibis for that alleged night
And calm, time-bent selves immune to irises so bright.
I am going to return to steal more things.
Laughter, Europa, Io, Jupiter's rings.
Do you feel dizzy? Need a pill?
I'm taking gravity. Hold still.
Time's arrow bends
As my blind obsession
Permeates your secret life.
Incalculable chemical reaction
Between the long vowels
Of your sweat-soaked pleasure
And my fetished-washed
The way you ache for me
Between confession and repeat offense,
What the avalanche must whisper
To the snow.
We were promised
Trick candles and red velvet cake,
Champagne in cave-crystal flutes.
You wore a Tom Ford tuxedo in abyss blue.
My transparent gown of glitter
Made promises the night could not keep.
Giant screens showed a split-screen view
Of asteroid and missile.
Bach filled the silence.
No one will ever know
What ruined the math.
In a flash,
Our skeletons fused in cognizant embrace.
Had I more time,
I like to think I would have told you,
Nothing of me was true
And I destroyed every universe
In which we would not meet
Just to spend these seven years
Entangled with you.
Because the train of time is crashing
I cannot estimate
How long we kept our deviant math
Inside the seventh imposter stone.
Secret physics club of two
Looping the arrow of time
Into a perfect cherry stem knot.
Why is the world so panicked
That the future will fail to unfold
Into its boring habit?
I will meet you
In that honeysuckle hour
Of a sunlit kiss
That bent the bluebells
And the wolfkiss orchids.
I am breathless
To turn the seventh stone.
Our love can never be
A creature so cannibalistic
We are already Gods
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