my hands tremble 


afternoon light teases the oregano


in the kitchen window  


something survives here anyway


as I disintegrate with random entropy


my fault my fault my


fault lines shift silent tears


run down her cheeks eyes hard


my fault my fault my child


core of my being shivering


begging to fall into a black hole


in her pajamas my baby my life


creation of my XX, your flawed XY


on the edge of our familial singularity


no logarithm can save us from 


this spiral no blessing no 


prayer of Fibonacci numbers


chanted in sacred precision


null set sunshine nothing no


thing left but cuban oregano


claiming the light 


Author: synchronicityoftheheart

I am a writer, photographer, swim instructor/coach and water aerobics instructor. I was lucky enough to grow up in both Puerto Rico and New York. I have been taking photos of the colonial era cemetery in San Juan, PR since I was a teenager. It is located below El Castillo San Felipe del Morro, the Spanish fortress that guards San Juan Bay. I have multiple degrees from Utica College, Syracuse University, Old Dominion University and Washington Institute of Natural Medicine. I was able to study photography at the Munson Williams Proctor Art Institute in Utica, NY and study writing at the Women's Writers Center in Cazenovia, NY.

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