*

And if we can’t meet up tomorrow
because someone was impaled
or thrown from the tree-house
by imaginary explosives or worse
we both realize there was never
any tree-house but the explosives
were real and I try to hand you
my jacket and am reminded of how
tomorrow is a shield in the face
of a dragon who never had any intent
of harm but stomps around regardless
destroying accidentally this playground
of sleep until a tank rolls through
our town destroying everything else
well Florencia I’d still say
you were the diamond on a ring
and the waking from a coma.

 

Excerpt from Breaking Snow Globes with Florencia