stacked rocks fall
I stack them again
to be sure
to be sure.
two wicks burn
the same candle
spirits alight;
bodies of fire.
ranunculus petals fall
one on top of the other
like even in death
they can’t stand to be apart
(even in death.)
about these poems
a family I don’t know personally is enduring an extraordinary loss. does that ever happen to you? you hear a story about love & it shakes you awake, stays with you for awhile, makes you feel something? these poems are for Sheinelle & her beloved Uche, God Speed. xo
santos scribes 
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