She

is laughing

out loud

I can see

no

activity

causing

this

she lits

a cigarette

throwing

her head back

the stars

reflecting

in her eyes

I know

she is happy

and strangely

so am I

Crystal

for two decades
I’ve protected
the crystal
candle holder
with my life

the power
came back on
at ten to twelve

I blew
out the candle
I turned around
my sleeve
caught it

it was
on the ground
crystal
everywhere
and my life
shattered

hands
bleeding
picking
up the pieces.

She 1

I can see her

in her kitchen

candles burning

(load shedding)

a wetness

running

down her cheek

I see

a bottle of black

spilling

on the counter

I see

her

trembling hand

filling

the glass

to the brim

I see

her body

dressed

in summer

in this winter

go limb

the way

release goes

she fiddles

on the counter

finds

a packet of Camels

she takes

her glass

disappears

from my view

but I can

smell

cigarette smoke

laced

with Jasmine incense

and I know

magic

is brewing