SABRINA SEELIG

And still I dream of a bargain.
You ask for a cup of tea.
Here you are
dressed so smartly.
Your hair-
pure yellow
like a doll-
and your eyes-
still
blue,

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blue,
lavender blue-
never, never changing.

That’s the deal.

No.
It will not do.

I would give my body cell by cell to have you well.
Or another blue moon,
scrolling back the ICU data,
the rabbit hole tumble.
You would wake,
sneak a cigarette
and
carelessly breathe
in and out
all on your own.

Instead
you travel far
a seraphic wisp
of tethered luminous light.

I am shot through with yellow rain.
You shimmer
here,
here,
and here.
I stumble,
still reaching for your hand.