Tagged: birth

nine months and counting,

nine months and counting,
we wait to be reborn into
some semblance of a

post-pandemic world – the end
is clearly not at all in sight
.
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for awhile – until

for awhile – until
it was bad form to do so –
they tracked time across

my right palm, as if it were
a new charter, an extension
.
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in the life cycle

in the life cycle
of every skin
cell, there is
birth, awareness,
and death.
soon, the last
of the cells that knew
your touch will nearly
all at once
complete their
migration to
the surface, spread
their seasoned
wings, and
dive, dive –
no one
will know
the difference
.
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the middle

the middle
of the night
disappears
so stealthily,
there is little
room for
protest, just
a sudden
birth to
morning
and the first
cry we are
left sharing
.
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we arrive and depart

on the same tree, life

there is something

Death is like going to Bloomingdale’s.
– Andy Warhol

there is something
foreign about
retail, a brilliant
sheen
that brings
a glint
to day-to-day-to-
day-dulled
eyes, an electric
humming to
consume, a rebirth of
self no longer
recognizable, a perfect
and ageless death
.
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in many

in many
instances, the
starting line
looks
and feels

a lot like
the finish line –
seconds behave
like eternities,
and you’re never
quite sure which
side is doing
the cheering
.
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life and death

¿Quién vio ese mundo sólido,
quién batió con sus plumas
ese viento radiante
que en unos labios muere
dando vida a los hombres?

– Vicente Aleixandre

life and death
is a sudden
launching,
a leaving
behind, trailed
ever so
casually by
an afterimage
of plumes
lifting
or settling.
it’s so hard
to tell – we
let go,
eventually,

the same way
.
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it is some sort of

it is some sort of
Olympics when
my mother performs
that final double
crochet bind-off,
perfecting
the edges of
my name before
wrapping me
in it, secured
to this red-
letter day

.
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