I see you dancing, the ballerina so rhythmically in tune,
and me, not so much, more watching as glittering balls shower you
in white, red, and blue, a glistening rain flickering your body,
“Fantasy” and “Disco Inferno” pounding sound.
At Blue Mounds, finding the chapel where we would marry,
our bread, cheese, and wine meal spread over ancestral graves.
Tonight, slicing cucumbers on an old Korean cutting board,
I nick my thumb and instinctively suck the blood.
For you I would dig deep, wrap my arms around you and lift you into sunlight,
Your body alive again so close to me we could repeat our history.
That old boat beating back against the tide, coming down to wash me clean.
I run the taps and watch my blood flow down the drain.
Lanning Lee 