Transmutation
I wear bangles
silver mostly
I remember nights when the air seemed charged
electric
You circling round
You, always there with a goofy smirk
and a cigarette
stinky and beautiful
all slicked hair
and pooling eyes
3 are never enough
I like the clanking of
four or more
There are nights if I’m still
shadow black & short breaths
where I can see you wafting
ether spirals, ectoplasmic
when I
hear your low and soft timbre
on the wind
chiming
Old metalwork &
finely carved bone
cinnabar red
ivory white
It doesn’t hurt any longer
I’m in another life
with new trees
and animals
they do not know of you
your scent or
the way you move
your smoldering nature
or the way in which
you changed me
bangles like chain links
remembrances
reminders
ruminations
ringing, clanking, rattling,
each a circle for a year
of your absence
anchoring
weighing
linking the present
to the you
back there
Electric air
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