BOOKS - AIR
KISSING ON MARS - POEMS
||She Is Awakened By A Hair
She’s awakened by a hair in her mouth.
It’s not enough to kill her, no
that would take a locomotive crashing
through her window, a train way off track
thundering through her bedroom,
the moon on its back,
simply a hair
stuck to the roof of her mouth,
her tongue working to pry it loose.
Whose hair is it, anyway?
Is it the same hair she saw
floating in the bowl of vanilla gelato
she ate before bed?
Could it be this hair belonged
to that mechanic she once knew—
they made out on the carousel swan,
kissed til their lips bled—surely
a hair or two had been dislodged,
might have settled inside the cave
of her throat, only to resurface as a wish?
Is it possible the hair was placed
in her mouth by a higher power,
a mysterious donor, to remind her
that dreams are fleeting, even in sleep? No.
No. She realizes this is the same strand
she twisted ’round her tongue
one night when she was young,
sitting straight up in bed,
shadows from her closet
moving in beside her, as she slowly
closed the knot making a promise to herself
she still struggles to forget.