STACK OF BRIGHTNESS by Rosalynde Vas Dias

/ / Issue 6, Poetry

What do you know
of the former

beloved/still beloved?
He lives in another

city or speaks

He appears
in the guise

of an owl, he appears
in the guise of a scrawl.
In a series of paintings—

peasant villages,
festive skies—

your two selves
are fractured

and played by
a bunch of characters.

You are close and you
are friends and you recede

endlessly from one

It means you,
, string beads.
You make a lot

of bracelets.  They grow
up your arm,

a stack
of brightness,

static of the
rainbow. You

(plural) used to make
omelets together

or something.



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