There’s a story of a little girl who remembers her own death,
a car crash where everybody died. And I don’t know how it
happened but lately I tear up to hearing paranormal encounters.
Two men fishing in a sleepy Mississippi town, aliens with pincers
for hands. A boy who can fly down the steps with his kid sister,
a dead uncle lifting them each way. A djinn shadowing dreams.
Stuck in a haze of other people’s fear while my boyfriend sleeps
soundly. I show him the nail marks on my thigh, a recent night
terror, and he makes a 10-year budget plan. Climate deniers
flood my inbox, call me a shame to my profession. I draw a bath,
shadows moving around me like lace in a window. Beneath suds,
the algorithm responds beautifully to Miles Davis and I think of
my childhood, this angel-cast thing, and hear nothing but my heart.
Wow add jazz bath to list of napo recommendations! Yay to poetry ideas for taking care of self.
Paranormal beauty as succor, esp this: “I draw a bath, / shadows moving around me like lace in a window.” and all the way to the heart at the end.
Love this title!