The Cape
I should just let you go
But it feels a little like
Holding your beautiful face under the water
Watching your reflection flicker into your last breath
I should just
Summon suitcases to pack up
Our summer beach trip
When your hair was like wheat, and disappeared into the grass
You were bright against the drawn curtain of clouds
My star sister, with our heels dirty with sand and motherhood
I secretly waited for your heart to misfire
The corners of my eyes recognizing the embers
I can still see how you picked apart your food at dinner
Bite by bite-- your slender fingers reminding me of a crabs
This is also how you sorted and shelved your life
Empty carapaces gobbled up clumsily by the waves
Red fire, gold and silently
You picked me clean and set my crown on the lacquered shelf
No longer awake and calm in your heart
I am neat and tidy, far from all things remembered
Copyright © Julia Ingolfsdottir | Year Posted 2011
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