it’s been less than a day since i invited the sun into my home
there’s a fullness
to my mansion
now that she’s here
time is tighter
louder
i want to feel her presence forever
in a year I will hear her
running from the lions in the basement
clear and confident
dancing below her long arms
and flying
feet-last
across the sky
in the morning
she will stand by a swing set
laughing under an erect sycamore
her hands full of vanilla and garlic
in the evening
she will sit on a far-off subway train
different from any other thief
stealing a remembered invention
she will drop her feet
frown skeptically
and curl her slim toes
i will curl away from her
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