Sunday
Monday
Nana
you were 6
i hugged you as we twirled
from kitchen to porch your chubby cheek pressed against mine
we whirled down the steps
across the lawn
the man in the moon grinned
& sprinkled us with pixie dust
i thought you'd ignite
in colored flames
like a catherine wheel
on the day of the dead
then the sparrows sang
& the man in the moon
closed his eyes & i sobbed
till my larynx almost ruptured
& my heart escaped
& vanished
into the cresting light
in the east
from kitchen to porch your chubby cheek pressed against mine
we whirled down the steps
across the lawn
the man in the moon grinned
& sprinkled us with pixie dust
i thought you'd ignite
in colored flames
like a catherine wheel
on the day of the dead
then the sparrows sang
& the man in the moon
closed his eyes & i sobbed
till my larynx almost ruptured
& my heart escaped
& vanished
into the cresting light
in the east
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