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I kiss the wrinkles on your forehead
Hold your big hands as I cross the bridge at dusk
The skin of the sky is pink like your face when illuminated only
By lamplight
I wish. I wish. I wish
You back
Nothing happened in the cathedral
Nothing happened on the square
Except that I crossed over you and your bones
Grandfather before and grandfather then
You leave only one widow and she sits by the window in the airplane with a book
I don’t want to remember you as ashes in river water
But there you are, everywhere I look
–Sherisse Alvarez
Cubiyanqui 