Julia

A year of Saturdays  
bottled in the body 
of a scarred virgin 
mother of two 
resembles one of Leonardo’s muses:

I am jealous of the man 
who sees her the first time.
 This is one of my weaknesses— 
I want to seize what is hers. 
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Time is short and expensive. 
Available upon request 
but reliability varies greatly. 

When They begin to charge our thoughts to us yes 
to think of her will cost a fortune:

Eyes shining like a billion fish 
caress a ruby reef 
interacting with diamonds 
and the dancing light 
that comes through clear water.

Perhaps Julia is what I seek as dying I ask 
in middle-class heaven 
it’ll never be that way again

and suck the fruit ferociously 
the cherubim have given me 
to last the unending commute to god.

Not everything can be undone.