By the Dip of a Big Toe

The final morning will not be morning at all

I’d want a night with stars for blankets

A bank account so empty it echoes back everything

I had ever thought money could buy

There’ll be music

the best notes unfurling from my

lover’s lips like sunflowers tattooed on each arm

I’d have a bouquet for all the years I proposed

and all the ways we said yes

Mapping each moment by the continents

we could fold into a bag

The homes e built from kindness

with yesterday’s bricks and childhoods not meant for children

I’d laugh at the days that became nights while

I haunched over keys that didn’t open enough doors

nights I could measure by the dip

of a big toe