Me, the Snake Plant and the Fish

 

The venetian cuts the sad,

I knit with it.

There is an endgame between us.

I somersault,

you cartwheel.

We nijinsky through the afternoon,

me, the snake plant and the fish.

We are familiar here,

armored against the free fall,

your hair is in a cleanline room.

Conjure far away,

I am a sunflower gone.

I wish I were with you.