Independence Days

I stumbled upon an old photo of us

This slow Saturday

breeze in my brain

turned it over

and there I am

on my parent’s roof with you

4th of July

grinning into the crook of your neck

our sleeping daughter beneath our bodies

on that tiny couch

my mom bought her for Christmas

I don’t recall seeing any fireworks until

we stood to climb down the ladder

Flowers of light collapsing

into ghosts

of themselves

that only I remember

I’ve had many independence days since then

each one stuck to the dark overhead

like constellations

I press my ear against

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