SABRINA SEELIG

Sabrina     you must have been made          of meringue 

all that sugar   lightness    & white   everyone wanting

you to whisk them      into your afternoon   oh to know

the silt                  on you windowsill       the ash

you’re dreaming   still                  where is your window

this evenings     torn silk         tossed to the floor   

all your lovers        fall like lace   

at the mention of your name     Sabrina
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all that lightness and white       we were there 

in the corset            of high school   

once   we were yoked     we were trying to imagine 

the size of    your great-grandmothers ribcage

you were trying to make her blouse   fit me

buttoning tiny black buttons     I was sucking in

the wisp                       of your life

you wanted us all to love something very old    forever


the day we hung your dresses   on the line    one silk one     

was moved by the breath of the afternoon        over my face 

it was the material of       your wrist           your nape 

we want to know         the smell   of your favorite afternoon 

the silt of you dreams                       your linen dreams

we want to know           where is your window       

your lightness        too light   for this morning      ache

oh         Sabrina      oh             Sabrina             oh