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I want to wave my wand, and puff she appears
to trans-cross my energy
open skin
let her breath inside of me
give her back the broken streaks
she gave me as a child
wedged pieces of chips
one apple a day keeps the doctor away
i cry, in black dress I saved from the last funeral I attended
black roses all to suitable for good byes

Release me from this fleshy prison bounded in veins
Curdled in spit.
Rotting in the dishevel of knotted tale-wind lies
I walk around graves of relatives not cold yet, this time
remember throw the roses
Traces of spaghetti smells
Greens and turkey hanks
That stare smiling at me
Do you remember
Playing shoes and walks while
Putting your hands here, on the train

na-nah said “cross your toes for me” and smile
she played poker while I nick-knacked on her knee
braiding my hair-yellow barrettes- for Shae
even at 5 I soul searched
and found my connection at the bottom of the barrel
pit stop for those stitched in lines covered in gauze
pushing poison in my veins
I feel this today-Yes
My right thumbs squeeze

This morning
right on my shoulder, the surge
pushing to the rim of my belly
she met me
in my memories, prayers
on gravel dirt when I shouted her name
She pulled a disappearing act
her transparent hands
touch to the twinge corners mess of hair
Shae-I-love-you-remember