as tannins pool from the crack of this tangerine morning
somewhere in 1972, self was tucked behind a ethan allen sofa
lost to dust motes & decay
remembered not at all
until
a
bounce
of
light
widens the crack
days & nights ....brushed to being
removed & remarked upon
as
dust is polished to a shine replete with diamonds
matter transformed settles and becomes her heart
becomes
her.
no mask, no chameleon shifting
bowling green to evergreen to sapphire blue
her.
throw the chameleon to the fire
and
hold-fast to this tenuous thread of now
hello cherry-amaranth heart
hello.
hello.
