this deepening takes place again | emily kendal frey

what if everything
were revealed: where i was
last night. you, etc. the rain
is coming down like salad.
my sister’s hair
reminds me of my sister
so much i can’t
stop looking. who am i
to have arms? on the plane
one short dream:
a baby so small
it wasn’t even human,
just a bouquet
of light with wise
cellular eyes. if losing me
is the worst thing to happen,
your life is still a good life.

(Source: exceptindreams.livejournal.com)