A LOVE SONG
Leena Kizilbash

Looking for a profound sadness, I found a paralyzing one. But nothing
stays one way too long. Sigh. Then I felt jagged and jagged and better.
How I choose this and this. Miss you. Oh, hell. Yes, yes you. But where
do you miss me? Here and here. Such a cutie. Him. Young, strong, and as
wrong as me about he. Period. Then there was that one. A wild wit, a wild
smile. And now. We live quite blind. And fun in the dark is fun. The day
is yellow bulb lit. And I’m trying and trying to transcend the identity of
me. No doors to shut and keep locked. No space to call my own. The
turtle and the hare had a run. I try to sleep on my shell. Trusting and
true. His head pops like a cork when he throws it back in throes of a
laugh. Sweet shadows in our cave perspire in candlelight. The nest was
built by birds that likes to stir in wind. Dough needs kneading, they
said. So the eggs shake, so. The egg rocks and learns to stand on one
foot. Lizards know the trick. The sand is hot, skip from paw to paw. Our
cave is cool. I grow fat. Our cups are ice cooled and grape juice filled.
A tight torque, days in days out. Always here always me always he.