unlike the phoenix, fertilized by fire
or the iguana, ever cloaked in awaiting armor
our shorn leavings won’t allow human beings to reemerge
*
that this is now without exception is too much for me to bear
*
my aries mother insists that her next passage be
by fire
thus, heralded by a blaze that will only douse and chill
my blood
reminding me that she, like the flame, will be forever
out of reach
*
i know this is silly, i know that we are not bodies
but souls
immortal essences chi energetic connections
on hiatus
*
but i’ve been attached to the fragrance and texture
of her
the utter spark and space, twinkle and music
of her
ever since i lost her taste.
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