Still dark, my baby girl leaps out the window to greet the rising sun. I stand below ready to catch her, but every time she takes off without fail, her laughter calling to the orioles, calling to my shame that had I the choice, I would have never taught her to fly. Somewhere there is a man with a gun who will take pleasure in seeing her skin against the pure blue sky— and shooting her down. My own mother did not flinch when I first raised my arms and lifted my feet off the ground, above her head. She only said you better hope bulletproof skin comes with that gift. Years later I found out it did.
Multiple Man: Guest-starring me & you
Every night I sleep on alternate
sides of the bed, as if to duplicate
sleeping with you. If
I'm fast enough, I'm the warmth
of my own body beside me, reach
out and touch myself. Breach
the blue of my bones, breathe in my own ear.
You left me. Lying here,
I left you to be with me.
Someone asks if your body
was worth trading for mine.
My sin was always pride.
Did you want a man that sleeps
with himself to keep
the bed warm? I need you like the earth
needed the flood after dearth