The four-leaf clover should not have been there, caught in Esteban's hair. It was a surprise there was any clover at all. The cows had already been through twice that week, pulling at the remnants of ... [+]
I remember when my eyes opened
the second time. I turned up the music
how it harmonized with my heart.
Swimming now with gills
I see stingrays on all fours.
A cocktail of addiction,
I board ships on magenta shores.
I eat the purple raspberries
sleepwalkers laud as good.
I crave what quickens heartbeat, like
the touching of tongue when we say love,
or we act it—that which makes
Time erupt into cinder,
book leaf into flame:
I dunk thunderclouds like the sun,
thunderbolts flashing through my skull.
Helicopter blades slice
through my chest. I am an ice cube
set alone; soon to be mist.
I am so glad to be awake
to have this second chance. I love too much
not to want to die the best.
I forget my eyes will never open
to see stingrays in a third light.
I never get used to being alive:
the second time. I turned up the music
how it harmonized with my heart.
Swimming now with gills
I see stingrays on all fours.
A cocktail of addiction,
I board ships on magenta shores.
I eat the purple raspberries
sleepwalkers laud as good.
I crave what quickens heartbeat, like
the touching of tongue when we say love,
or we act it—that which makes
Time erupt into cinder,
book leaf into flame:
I dunk thunderclouds like the sun,
thunderbolts flashing through my skull.
Helicopter blades slice
through my chest. I am an ice cube
set alone; soon to be mist.
I am so glad to be awake
to have this second chance. I love too much
not to want to die the best.
I forget my eyes will never open
to see stingrays in a third light.
I never get used to being alive: