Sing, Unburied, Sing

the way they turn to each other like plants following the sun across the sky. They are each other’s light.

Ain’t no good in using anger just to lash. You pray for it to blow up a storm that’s going to flush out the truth.

There were no more firefly moments to blink at me in the dark.

those moments blinked around me like fireflies in the dark. I caught them in my hands and held them to me, a golden handful of light, before swallowing them.

This the kind of world, Mama told me when I got my period when I was twelve, that makes fools of the living and saints of them once they dead. And devils them throughout.

our hearts separated by the thin cages of our ribs, exhaling and inhaling, our blood in sync