the sister of the Sun visited today
sweeping through the house
a stream of petals swirling around her
droplets of oil falling from fingers
“the Sun has been most reluctant to journey” she said
adding that “when they were young they travelled everywhere together”
she was here to enlist my help
(as i’ve counselled many an astral body)
(and kissed many an astral body)
i gave the standard guarantees
lies flying with angel velocity
and she left in a blister of oily light
petals n all disappeared
immediately i got the Sun on the phone
and told him to watch out for former friends urging change
the Sun chuckled at my worry
did i not know the Sun would never leave the great love it had found?
i hung up the phone, reassured a little but worried more
the Sun talks of great love but so does everyone when they are in love
recent conversations flickered back to me
the Sun complaining about this and that, most worryingly
i briefly considered hiding the Sun’s keys to hinder any getaway
dreamed of a mad short-term kidnapping
plotted a Vegas wedding and a fake pregnancy if required
drew a big circle and little circle on paper surrounded by a broken heart
a flash of light struck me then
for a moment i thought the Sun had come to take back Tupperware
but it was a bright idea instead
the Tupperware gets to stay
immediately i rang Joe and told him of the Sun’s sister
described curves and eyes and delicate earlobes
it was the ankle bracelet that closed the deal
and he said he’d call her tonight
never have i hoped so much for a phone conversation to go well
for laughing and flirting and whispers and connection
then the Sun’s sister can stay, tied by golden string to Joe
and we can all go out,
bright light, petals, oil and shimmering love
