Mañana

when everyone had forgotten my name,
she rose over me,
stooped atop my lifeless body

she leaves fingertips marooned on my cheek;
her breath broadcasts morning
and I inhale.

–

for I knew her only as tomorrow,
as a half promise-
she traces my memory with
a crooked stick,

and leaves her kisses softly murmuring
on my cracked lips.