Alexander Limarev, Golden Twilight
we are just cutting through the cemetery
ash good
on our walk to buy joints from the highway dispensary our synchronized bodies
pause & squat to pull bone-hollow bouquets from the metal holders & straighten
the still-evergreen wreath i left weeks ago on the second christmas they both missed
lone high beam slashing through days-on-end rain
on the way back we mirror
the motions at another family stone same ritual different sky everything unsaid
remains unsaid next week you will text i’m proud of you–
we carefully tuck
our bodies into the oncoming lane jumpy for any glint of what’s beyond
the crest it’s always the sky that turns me backwards while we walk these
country roads–
to the west certainty holds her breath wanting to be wanted
the plains of my copper-lit face answer the dissolving sun
ash good
on our walk to buy joints from the highway dispensary our synchronized bodies
pause & squat to pull bone-hollow bouquets from the metal holders & straighten
the still-evergreen wreath i left weeks ago on the second christmas they both missed
lone high beam slashing through days-on-end rain
on the way back we mirror
the motions at another family stone same ritual different sky everything unsaid
remains unsaid next week you will text i’m proud of you–
we carefully tuck
our bodies into the oncoming lane jumpy for any glint of what’s beyond
the crest it’s always the sky that turns me backwards while we walk these
country roads–
to the west certainty holds her breath wanting to be wanted
the plains of my copper-lit face answer the dissolving sun