Poem by Zo Navarro
the way sunlight seeps through thin white curtains / during still mornings / how water dances from the spout to the ground in park fountains / and sweet afternoons shared among rinds of ripe fruit bitten in the palms offered from friends. / or lusting / for a life gone in a dream two full moons ago / unrecalled beyond that of a negative image transposed over an echo. / gone from my practice the methodical drift of eyelids / when tirelessness is replaced by sleepiness / how to count the sheep / jumping the fence as the night bids / darkness.
i have forgotten. / i have forgotten. / could not find muscle memory, either. / i am mistaken. / i want us to dream and be together. / i do not want to wake up grief-stricken / and a stranger.
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