Orphan
Is there a container built to hold our mistakes?
How long do we wait the filling before
we close the lid, wind it tight and begin the work?
Of watching : staring after the pattern
that will lead us to a name, a name
that will take us to : will we call it accidentally
sad or a manifestation of choice?
A concern for surfaces.
A transcendental algebra that lied?
Will the notes belie this—the sky
is what cuts permission around here
: your orphaned skin a lovely hologram of early sun—
then abstracted, ossified lights and honeycombs?
You say : what is safe is alone.
Mi huérfana : what if the sea lifts for us like a sheet? 
Orphan
Wife