Peel Apart

more hours to go and the sun is betraying our sense of time / what a long weekend and all we have to show for it are our sunken words / how swollen our voice sounds when we speak / already know we’ll be sleeping for days / passing around the dried papaya, a second favorite dessert after / a guessing game / a single bruised pomegranate rolling around the leather seat / looking out the slick window after a hard long downpour, so much, looking like slow nectar / bristehocce chacha* / birds flying in the thick cover so slow / i’ll come with / are you going to pinner? my uncle loved to draw you, two strokes, simple, slow / i’ll draw you for him / don’t be shy, the sky is blushing too /

some hours to go and half the papaya is gone / what exit to take next / an extra stop in another city, still know the streets or / straight home and we’ll be sippin sap tea in new cups / spoiled in this darkness / leaving me alone with my lulled mind / staggered thoughts being poked through like that fresh pomegranate i can’t wait to go home and / collapse into the yawning morning /

the birds sit next to me as i sink into the dawn / peeling apart my poetry and palming his sketch from summer / my mom opened the window / i sleep on her arm as they fly to him /

*it’s raining, uncle