Mar 2026
Bones
If I take a gossamer thread
and entwine it with infinite others
weave a diaphanous cloak
to blanket me with the warmth of the rising sun.
If I press a storm to paper
marble the clouds
with oils of white, lavender, and grey
gild it with gold leaf rays of sunlight.
If I make it small
enough to be held in my hand
boundless
and seen in the eyes of my lovers.
weave a diaphanous cloak
to blanket me with the warmth of the rising sun.
If I press a storm to paper
marble the clouds
with oils of white, lavender, and grey
gild it with gold leaf rays of sunlight.
If I make it small
enough to be held in my hand
boundless
and seen in the eyes of my lovers.
If I dip it in steel
accent it with diamonds
wrap it in lace, muslin, and spider silk
adorn it with shells
strike it with a hammer
wash it with milk.
If I urge Joyce to write it
ask Bosch to paint it
implore Coltrane to play it.
Is it me and my mother?