tableau

in a little lavender room,

time stands still:

 

paper flowers and

real-life blood bloom.

 

and tiny sprouts of envy.

 

but this is not about you.

 

i forgot everything i knew

that day: my keys, my phone,

 

where to go, who i was,

where i came from.

 

when it all went down,

and the moment came,

and the danger passed,

and the new life came out,

 

i was rooted to that spot:

 

i could not

stop staring

at that magnificent

baby

 

wailing with

fresh lungs and

squeezed-shut eyes

and flailing fists

and the reddest skin

i’d ever seen.

 

profound things take time;

 

a deep sea

chest

that needs to be opened,

that needs to be needed.

 

before money,

time.

 

before time,

sun & moon.

 

before sun & moon,

the every-thing of

—nothing—

 

a true treasure

tableau,

 

the vowels opening up,

consuming the consonants.

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