“That’s What Katy Did”

7 Nov

“That’s What Katy Did”

I still remember your name.

I remember the street we grew up on.

Meeting your past is meeting a stranger

poster of the past, stronger

hearts beating too fast

the last passage and entryway

burned by a folding hand

a cloth napkin, beads dipped in spotting

around your slinky waist

and sparklers in the naive dark.

I remember your hairy pea coat,

the ravens in your hair.

I still remember you as someone new:

Sparkling jewel

knees dipped in honey

some caramel whisper

piercing ears with kisses

warning bells and panicked intake

to breathe in last inches of your clothing

to liquid bowls, reflections of cake

where laughter runs away from you.

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