Читать книгу Rodeo in Reverse - Lindsey Alexander - Страница 12
ОглавлениеMy sister was young and bicycling before
she died last night
in my dream. Dreams aren’t subtle,
she’d said to prove a point.
Dreams don’t fuck around.
People in my dreams age backward—
my sister’s breasts still smaller than mine,
her legs still
longer, but I stay
my awake-age, always.
The wreck petrified
the witnesses—a woman and her child,
who both looked like me, except
they wouldn’t talk,
wouldn’t show me
the body. She had pedaled
into the road, been hit,
which the newspaper
detailed in its color pointillism
photos—my sister in chalk
outline, my sister’s bicycle
a commemorative art display in the future.
An older man had found her, had called
the too-late ambulance—
I could feel her missing
from me, and her missing felt like my face
waterlogged
to violet, so I woke.
In a thunderstorm,
in our double-bed years
before, she once hushed
me, Don’t worry,
but oh how
she kicked in her sleep.
