(Flammulina velutipes) An opera jacket was gifted to me—I didn't ask for it—black satin crepe, spangledwith random beads. I could wear it to a performance in a theatre, my loveguiding me through rowsof velvet-tufted seats untilwe come to P-64, P-66a…  | By Luisa A. Igloria on September 20, 2024 | (Flammulina velutipes)
An opera jacket
was gifted to me—
I didn't ask for it—black
satin crepe, spangled
with random beads.
I could wear it
to a performance
in a theatre, my love
guiding me through rows
of velvet-tufted seats until
we come to P-64, P-66
and the lights lower.
Between the world we left
when we passed through
the doors, and the world
beginning to unreel before us,
there is a vastness I can't
fathom or cross. Caps of rust
brown and golden yellow
tether the edges,
darkening with time,
clustered on wood. | | | |
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