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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