Kevo
depression in the other pillow is deep
your head
is a hot air balloon
i wish you’d be there when my hamster dies
my heart
is locked up, whirring
photo paper scrunched by anguish
your eye
invisible from fold line
i lay out my bones in my grave
my femur
is a bit cracked, but still a-ok
i want you a-ok like my femur
you are the largest bone in my body
please god don’t scatter his bones
in the trenches, mixed up with
fools’ blood, lost love letters,
trench coats torn on nails, the same
nails that tore your own hands
my foot steps out of church
prayers become advertisements
i see prayers in the mail
can i not pray for you?
i sit by my window
twilight breeze whistles, sheer curtains waltz
there is a picture of a rose on the back wall
white coverlet idles as maidens do
a marble statue, right hand grazes mine
like the arrow of cupid, too far to pierce
me
i fall at sandaled feet
i am venus, under the net
alone
i am psyche, left on the cliff
alone
i am eurydice, lost as a ghost
alone
a marble statue does not wake,
become flesh
become kevo
give god his marble orbs, sprout gelatinous lenses
in return
give hairline crack for hairline,
alabaster for alabaster brow
chisel marks for chiseled shoulders
i wake
a start
a beginning?
depression in the other pillow is deep
Copyright © Carolyn Dewey | Year Posted 2022
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