believe me, a man lives twice at the same time.
the position of the moon would convince you
if you don’t sleep at night, often with hope to wake
with dandelions growing behind your ears.
believe me when I say we are all born conjoined
somewhere in between, both worlds trying to
pull off each other. water surrounds the world, and
shadows of our missing girls surrounds the water.
this you cannot read in the craziest of Einstein’s diary.
I am the only madman that survived the centuries
when all seemed to be mad, for we saw both worlds
at a glance. this world was mad at its own madness.
apples fell from the trees, which was no sin
because we did not pluck them. still, we thought God
would let us back into Eden. we would name all
the flowers and its fruits the first ten minutes
if we had another chance. I once lived in both worlds
together. I knew someday, people would lose one of the
worlds overnight in search of a cat. I knew men would
build hotels that rivaled the sky. believe me,
with both eyes open, both worlds stare back at me.
Wi-Fi in Orphanage
For all the children butchered by abandonment
make them somnambulists in heatless nights
—Phillip B. Williams
it was an affair of owning without shame
I share a heart with my siblings
that looks like me
only when they wear my clothes
how small is love before it becomes indivisible
the position of the sun dictates how tall shadows grow
the phone rings every night as would a lonely heart
it could be my mother calling to ask if I had died in sleep
it could be her, asking if I am grown enough to wear bras
I lay back my head on the pillow, as the matron’s steps recede
my shadow becomes taller on the wall, if the moon also choses betrayal
I fear I might drift away to the space meant for stars.