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To everything, there is a season of parrots. Instead of feathers, we searched the sky for meteors on our last night. Salamanders use the stars to find their way home. Who knew they could see that far, fix the tiny beads of their eyes on distant arrangements of lights so as to return to wet and wild nests? Our heads tilt up and up and we are careful to never look at each other. You were born on a day of peaches splitting from so much rain and the slick smell of fresh tar and asphalt pushed over a cracked parking lot. You were strong enough—even as a baby—to clutch a fistful of thistle and the sun himself was proud to light up your teeth when they first swelled and pushed up from your gums. And this is how I will always remember you when we are covered up again: by the pale mica flecks on your shoulders. Some thrown there from your own smile. Some from my own teeth. There are not enough jam jars to can this summer sky at night. I want to spread those little meteors on a hunk of still-warm bread this winter. Any trace left on the knife will make a kitchen sink like that evening air
the cool night before star showers: so sticky so warm so full of light
"The haibun form is traditionally used for recording a location in a concentrated prose block, and ends with a 'whisper' of sorts to the reader in the form of a haiku. I was hoping to capture a season—specifically, my favorite part of late-ish summer when the lights in the night sky almost match the light found from animals and all their longing here on earth." —Aimee Nezhukumatathil
Aimee Nezhukumatathil is the author of Oceanic, forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press in 2018. She is a professor of English in the University of Mississippi's MFA program and lives in Oxford, Mississippi.
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