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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.