Dear Sky

for Etty Hillesum

You glimpse each other.
Scant windows. Greedy for you
she tucks your gray blue

inside her pockets.
When she’s forbidden pockets,
she slips you behind

her lips. Your swords kneel
inside her. Burnished by dust
& lupine. Who sees

the station laden
with sunset. Doubled over
to kiss, you slice lung

from breath. A blossom.
Refracted half-note asking
for you to open.

Published in CalibanOnline in 2015.

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