"I was asleep while you were dying"
and dreamed that we took a vacation to Hawaii,
lying supine on the grainy beach while eternally-
tanned surfers glided in to greet us with leis
and "He Mele No Haole," even though we looked
much darker than they did.
I wasn't sitting on ice in the fridge anymore,
holding the compress against your side while
the inconstant heat sputtered and coughed
as though dying right along with you.
When I heard the siren, I imagined it was a chief
or priestess calling us to the festival with a shell
in hand and children just like the ones we always
meant to have, but never really did.
While you died, I slept, and picked us up to place
us in the place we should have been all along.
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