in the echoings

i appreciate the heads up
of your plans to kidnap me
i joke
_______
brave i say for going in
to do that deep work
about her healing around home
where the mode of communication was often yelling generally hurtful/shaming/mean things
shiny she says radiant
_______
who is that i ask pointing
to the bird tottering
on a bare branch,
tail flicking for balance
whose colors are blues, redbrowns, graywhites and blacks
that’s a kestrel. male she says
_______
i remember how you said – i’m 40, i’m too old for this shit 
sometimes i say that too now, even though i’m 34  she shares
_______
how even though i am content
in this colliding
there is still sadness in the overlay
of past/present as we
re-circle sites
that held us when we were a different constellation
_______
a poem in four parts
typewritten on light green paper
for simona’s 47th birthday
and read aloud in the echoings
of the partitioned studio
_______
the black dots in the bottom
of the creme brulee
(in celebration of simona’s 47th)
that amy points out
are from a vanilla bean
grated at the bottome
of the dish
_______
snow, the slow and big-flaked kind
illuminated in the side roads we
slowly drive down
that beauty can still happen
on a day of such an evil
occurence

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