“Single impressions”
Mine was that we were Scarlet
Macaws nibbling on the mineral-
rich clay walls in the Amazon,
entwining our single legs along
cliff basins, shredding the hard
facades we each wore with one
voice of belief. This I believed,
this I impressed upon my heart
and friends, one echo together,
two singing as one.
Until one became three,
a hidden nibble here and
there, two pair of entwined
legs swimming with
pink dolphins, one bedded with
painted monkeys, one fishing for
piranhas in black-water huts
while my sheets, soaked in the
sleep sweat of blood-sick, bone-
sick, home-sick, disintegrated
in the heat of secrets.
Written for Poetic Bloomings #65_: BETRAYAL
and Reverie 29 Naming Constellations: DIY
