after the reception
Written for a dear professor, mentor, and friend who made me fall deeply in love with imagist poetry, many moons ago.
slivers of glass ignite bathroom marble,
and with the same fists that shatter
champagne flutes and mirrors,
he grinds luminescence into my back,
and I do. I always do.
we chase sunrise after sunrise, past
vineyards on Montauk Highway.
scraps of rainbow tinsel thrash
in branches, a scintillating choreography
against swollen, sooty grapes.
but this harvest, too, will expire. he,
with the same mouth that kisses mine, swallows whole
while I sip at the hourglass, picking shards
of stars out of my teeth.
(Featured image: “Hot Day” by Peggy Jelmini)