Where is she now, the one you say left you in the swamp of your late awakening? And where is the one you pined for in dream after waking dream? She and I are one and the same. You think only one of us halved her hear…  | Luisa A. Igloria May 3 | Where is she now, the one you say left you
in the swamp of your late awakening?
And where is the one you pined for in dream
after waking dream? She and I are one
and the same. You think only one of us halved
her heart when she left you. You think
leaving means only that you could not see
the marks our bodies left in space: finger
trails in a spill of flour and sugar, but not
enough wisps of hair to embroider
your name on a pillowcase edge. She comes
to me when both of us are nearly
flattened by the unpredictability of time, and
one of us tells the other she can rest. | | | |
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