sequester the secret

silkiest/sweetest (but not too sweet) meringue
(the kind of meringue that makes me realize
i never even desired meringue until now) on top of the
passion fruit tart
ami and i pass back and forth
amid the clatter and buzz of
tables at the midtown global market
_______
a cape for you ami pronounces
draping the flow of cast-off fabric
(shiny/purplepink) over my shoulders
and fastening it at my neck
_______
nastalie and i, inspired by her
co-worker and officemate, drop and
do ten push-ups each
in the entryway of the gallery/intermedia
art space
_______
how’s your heart she asks and a
swell of appreciation follows
for all the ways my friends, scattered across the states,
up and down coasts,
phrase/frame their thoughtful
how has your year/travels been questions,
knowing sometimes words fall short
but offering the asking gesture anyway
which i do my best to answer and offer back
_______
ami’s meditation music
lifting up and emanating out
from one room over while i
triangle and reverse triangle
plow and half wheel
warrior one and peaceful warrior
on the teal mat that gina has observed
has seen better days
_______
madix and i in boots and tennis shoes
racing to mailbox and back again,
playing the guessing game before we
pull open the box
about how many pieces of mail (if any) await
_______
like the first trimester
i sequester the secret
finalist status (next step: interview)
carry it inside like a little growing thing
while taking johanna’s lead and saying
this
is going to turn out better
than i could possibly imagine

(and on top of that, letting it sink in:
taking this year’s instances of finalist
as a signal that the world is
just opening itself up to the idea of
me/my work)
_______
a sortof strobe:
the headlamp on the head of a six year old
its light tossed back-forth amongst bony branches,
into ice-crystal snow for fossil closeups and
into the tree-thick woods and out again
while madix, ami and i
make our moonlight-less moonlit journey
along the trails of
sunfish park
_______
i muted you i mean
i muted me
i say
about an accidentel button pressing
on the pink flip-phone
two sections into your read-aloud essay
before i describe the red/maroon walls
of the room i am in
_______
factory of fun we call it and laugh
about what if it really stretched
from here to there
obsructing freeways
and so on

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