Magic Touch

She touched me by my liver

and a tumor opened up and became a cavern

and a dark and shiny winged thing like an insect

flew into the night

Go gather the lost and over tattoo’d

Go hover in lamplight above the tables of the disappointed

Let your wings whirr on hot afternoons above the brokenhearted

briefly as a distraction from relentless doom

Dodge the starlings and the fruitbats in the evening

Return when I call you

I stretch out my hand

I see the sun’s reflection in insect eyes

I see the shadows of the antennae—Tiny things

How good it is to breathe and know you inside out

If you need a place to stay you have a home on my right side

Her touch works magic

Love to All,

- John O.