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Gemini & the Double Dog
What forest ran through you.
What history troubled your hands
into dizzy march kites
garden prowling jackrabbits
tethered moths conducting night choir.
Remember. I rode your back
pulled gray from your mane, pestered
the splinters from your fingers.
Remember. I watched you fidget
in your sleep, where this time
you are strong & brave enough to push
him off of you, off of me. You are a hound
who can only catch his fox in dreams.
Remember. I listened
to the telegraph tap of your tireless bones
while reading novels tucked
surreptitiously behind biology textbooks
hid a 3rd degree bracelet up my sleeve
was the curl you could not straighten
the lid you could not loosen
There is no vigilance to evade here
now & admittedly sometimes I miss
an anxious peace, the weight of
your worry that held me still
There is no yellow kitchen to gloat in
no burdened womanhood to win.
It's noon & long away your porch light
still shines. You doze in packrat attics
long after star-spangled tv static
Come, set me on the sill to cool
Iron & beat the dust from me. Come
there is still soil to shake from my hair
Slap my hand from the screaming teapot
Remember me. I was the first
of your unfinished plans.
What forest ran through you.
What history troubled your hands
into dizzy march kites
garden prowling jackrabbits
tethered moths conducting night choir.
Remember. I rode your back
pulled gray from your mane, pestered
the splinters from your fingers.
Remember. I watched you fidget
in your sleep, where this time
you are strong & brave enough to push
him off of you, off of me. You are a hound
who can only catch his fox in dreams.
Remember. I listened
to the telegraph tap of your tireless bones
while reading novels tucked
surreptitiously behind biology textbooks
hid a 3rd degree bracelet up my sleeve
was the curl you could not straighten
the lid you could not loosen
There is no vigilance to evade here
now & admittedly sometimes I miss
an anxious peace, the weight of
your worry that held me still
There is no yellow kitchen to gloat in
no burdened womanhood to win.
It's noon & long away your porch light
still shines. You doze in packrat attics
long after star-spangled tv static
Come, set me on the sill to cool
Iron & beat the dust from me. Come
there is still soil to shake from my hair
Slap my hand from the screaming teapot
Remember me. I was the first
of your unfinished plans.