by riverwilding

Amy wants my earrings

wants to dangle in the light

suspended like baby’s breath

away from earthen cellar coldness

Daniel bound her in hessian scrim

to congeal her luminosity

as if she did not deserve her late August blooms

as the rest of the garden did

And there were handshakes, quartz crystals

exchanged for her absence

but I see desire,

it seeps out of her slack jaw

when I go down for peach preserves

in my emerald party dress

Amy, the favorite

Amy, the temptress