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  • Constellation
  • Mary Kay Francisco (bio)

I can’t remember how long I’ve been a lover. We would like to know if it will persist, stars lost in our fingers.

Before us, wisteria will bloom purple clinging to tools left outside. We premeditate awful things— this year’s mosquitoes more extreme, pink trees pink too soon, tangerines odd and sour.

If the chorus of numbers is interrupted, our molars will crumble, hair will detach from the scalp. It’s salt over my shoulder, breath held in a tunnel, a line on my palm.

I resist fortune and fate is never warm enough in winter. I can’t predict what snakes up behind me. Your cheek against my neck, arms around my waist. I’ve absorbed you quickly, the architecture of coupling, like blood from the cut on my thumb.

Mary Kay Francisco

Mary Kay Francisco lives in San Francisco. She is completing her graduate degree in creative writing at San Francisco State University.

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