For Jealousy

Lauren Lubas

I.

 

Though my hands have slid past

a thousand pages, they

have gone nowhere.

 

Yesterday I made a

wish in the shade

of your favorite

Kauri, but a branch

 

snapped and

you fell away

from me.

 

With eyes of dust I walked on.

 

II.

 

And though my eyes witnessed

the most liquid sunsets

they have seen nothing past sun

and horizon.

 

I keep them open

as if I can see

more, but the world

becomes an encompassing

gray area.

 

With no more to see I lift a hand to feel the world.

 

III.

 

I’ve walked to holey soles,

but have been nowhere.

 

And under another

secret wishing tree

I found a love

and he found me.

 

But shade fades

a smile

 

and sunset turns

to ash.

 

And I sense epiphany:

the only time they

connect to me

is when sperm

meets egg

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