Poem for Sunday, December 2, 2012

Like the Aftermath

of some eclipse. When the ring was illuminated, a bird stopped
flying. A memory was dipped in black. The moon trumped the
sun and cackled till the glass cracked. She

dreamed for me when I could not. We danced in the shadows
until our legs bled. She talked about science, explained the
physics of her peppermint kisses. Oh god she

laughed when she crushed my eyes; like the ice melting in my
mimosa, she decided. Like a river born
from the whitest flag.