Psyche Considers an Archipelago
I touched down on the islands in darkness,
the way you first alighted at my door
a decade ago. We were more or less
already broken when my plane arrived,
but my voice could still send you back
to me if I begged enough. And now —
I’ve returned with another man, one foot
already in some other gold and glittered life.
Each fork and knife of coral set before me
at this banquet of dried fish and seaweed
help plump the child already swimming
inside of me. How could I ever consider him
and all his fins another trial? That’s how I knew
there was end to all these punishments:
someone else wrote us a different ending.
You too will find a new love. There will be no
disappearing. And for once, no need for dipped
and deadly arrows in your quiver.
Who could have ever imagined
years later you’d dare select a new girl
from this very same cluster of islands?
At your wedding, will she know I was first,
that I was baptized clinging to your waist
underwater? Will she wear sampaugita in her hair?about the author