I’m in Conversation with the Sea
“I hold loss in my mouth,
taste salt in my saliva.
This you understand. But do you
know pain barnacle sharp? Do you
know how ovaries die like oysters? “
Dia de los Muertos
~Honoring our Fathers in Oaxaca, Mexico
Here saguaro cacti flower.
Fuchsia-winged dragonflies simmer
in Dutchman’s pipe vine,
until the night air
folds the magenta blossoms
like hands around a heart.”
“When night closes its painted lid,
ravens darken roofs like tar paper.
Dog howls kite through the dark.
A black witch moth brushes
dusty omens across our bedroom wall.”
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