she said-
she said she could see the future:
with waves of her palms
a slow breath in
candles flicker from her oak table
bark scented incense smoke swirled
clockwise
towards the ceiling
her exhale.
my palms weak
sweaty
her eyes rolled back
for a second
her fingers touched mine
skin hot as a summer bbq
i could-
i could see
a hot summer bbq
the one last summer-
when-
when he was still around
flipping patties and drinking a cold one
requesting bad bunny for the 12th time
“what’s the dodgers score”
kids playing monsters in the yard.
i remember this, i wanted to tell him i’m-
the incense descended
counter clock wise
candles burned to the stump
her eyes, pale green, weary
focused
in a loss of breath
she said,
“i tried-
i tried
but
all you wanted
was to be back
in
that
moment
just one
more
time.”
Saint's Muse 