Corina<\/p>\n
My breath is caught by late winter wind,
\na deliberate expulsion of my lungs, to feel more like a smoker
\nor a locomotive. Neither seem better though.
\nI miss you more even when you’re across the table<\/p>\n
or across the room. I was executed during
\na snowball fight, dunked under the snow of my demise.
\nI shook out my coat from the blinding powder, black hat pulled
\ndown over my eyes. “I don’t have eyes anymore,” I said.<\/p>\n
We’re all on the same frozen island, subjected to
\nour burgeoning youth. “I can’t feel my fingertips anymore,”
\nAlyssa said, bundled up like a desert raider on Tatooine.
\nI shook your hair as if I were an annoying brother or something.<\/p>\n
Your father’s aftershave still looks the same. And I almost forgot
\nabout Kinai, your adorable shiba, and you you kissed his forehead.
\nMaybe these words are just meant for spaciousness, to help
\nmake you feel poetically bigger than the world, like a transcendence.<\/p>\n
I could have reached for your mitten-veiled hand on the way to the garage,
\nafter my execution. We watched Star Wars with your father and cat.
\nI asked him how his Christmas went and he said, “She was here,”
\nnodding to you, “and that was enough to make it great.” <\/p>\n
We both smiled at you smiling. I couldn’t help but glance at you,
\nin your favorite movie a watching chair, and see what
\nyour father aludded to: the purity of his daughter,
\nthe warmth of your eyes,<\/p>\n
clear and blind to how I want to feel. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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