We Dreamed You Keisha-Gaye Anderson

 

We Dreamed You

Keisha-Gaye Anderson

I see her face when my lids surrender to the limits of this battered body and it makes the cane ash sting less in my throat. She has fat brown cheeks red satin ribbons floating on fluffy plaits. She hums, traaa-la-la-la-la, so sweet like a sugar in a plum. She skips along a carpet of flamboyant petals, red like  the rose apple she nibbles on an already full belly. Laughter like a bird song no thick memory whatsoever of who sent her into this future finally free.

Nabokov

 

Philosophy of science