Mi is a woman in my dream.
she has a rainbow
face
a small nose
and an electric smile.
I meet Mi
through a mutual friend
who is also cute
but Mi glows
uncontainable.
she’s talking to a woman
with green eyes
behind the bar.
this café is so
typewriter:
young.
the green eyed woman,
olive skinned,
dark gold curls
pulled back,
looks at me.
she tells Mi
“he is cute.”
and they giggle.
when Mi comes back
to my side of the bar
it is to speak to
another guy
who also likes Mi:
everyone likes Mi.
Mi has a rainbow face
a small nose
and an electric smile.
the other guy
starts to ask Mi
“do you want to leave together?”
I catch her eyes
as he asks
and interject.
“Mi, how about, if
instead of that,
we go hang out.”
she says ok,
meet at her place.
the other guy is mad
in fact he curses Mi
he calls her
“a woman who
meets men at bars.”
I tell him not to talk
that way about Mi
and show
him my sword:
long and sharp,
it remains in its black sheath.
he quickly draws his
serrated blade
pressing it
into my flesh.
I will not do battle.
I take the pain,
blood dripping
down.
I set out to find Mi.
on the muddy path
to her house
there is a pyramid.
I stop
suddenly
realizing what great
works I must build.
when I finally arrive
it is on horseback
and
Mi is behind
the desk in my
grandfather’s study.
I open my shirt to
show her
the wound.
Mi stands.
she is bouyant
she greets me
with kaleidoscope sweetness,
a megawatt grin.
exactly the way
I want her.
a friend says
“you need to
find someone who
is a nurse
someone who will
say
‘oh my god, what
happened.’
when they see the blood.”
that was
the last time I saw Mi:
standing behind
the desk
rainbow faced,
small nosed,
electric.