| xv. i see L. smiling. The A-train speeding below from 125th towards 59th, outside the dark window of one of the middle doors, forgetting my reflection, i see L. (as if with me) smiling (organically) at me for me. i am Dorothy in her spinning house seeing images of people she loves. L. laying her cheek on her pillow with my hand cupping her other cheek. as she does the same to me, also on her pillow. she is grinning because i woke up next to her in Morningside. because a sunflower (ours) blooms out of the frozen concrete somewhere between Broadway and Amsterdam, months before graduation. yet Yah-weh, told me to come home, somewhere over the rainbow, his sign for Noah, promising no more floods, if i trust him, wholly... be more patient than the train : struggling bye. my heart : still laying beside L. |