No Temptation

I am the prodigal son’s sister

many winters I waited by the fireplace

to wear mother’s bride shoes

 

without disclosing locked secrets

I turned wild

I bear two moon quarters between my orbits

two fir branches between my shoulders

their needles growing inside flesh

 

far from the fairy tale prince

far from the wagon with a stallion

where I used to take a nap until the crickets were silent

now I am more awake when I’m dreaming

 

I count reversely my steps

between the closed window and the door

I turn on my heels:

the sun rises up straight

without a trace of jealousy

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and pictures from my window, sunrises: