If I could, one last time, I would kiss the freckles you hate / on your alabaster skin, the cigarette burn / on your arm that matches mine and shows our survival / so far, the two moles you hate / you know where, the small scar on your knee / you once showed me.

It wasn’t as if our lives depended on it— / a torrential cloudburst scattering / mirrors of light :: sunset’s prismatics / in a Tucson parking lot / then the desert’s mute inscrutable / way of going on

Scrape a toxic field with a broken hoe /  Found legacies turn up in splinters    blood-codes, secret sharings