When this body’s done, my breath
will find another
shape to flame in. Pink-speckled
heart leaf, spiraled fossil, good luck
cat, yellow-eyed, paw raised.
Oh to be that blue
star morning
sun ignites. Petals
curled toward heaven,
filaments at the center
spilling light.
Or the turquoise glass
bead hanging from a silver paper
crane, drop of ocean solid
in the window, shard of sky.
Listen to “Freezer,” “The Girl Who Fear Does Not Break,” “Inherited Device,” “Blue Fire,” and “Reflected,” read by Janet Aalfs:
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