BIRTHDAYS ❋ Rebecca Ramirez

You sneak
fires
across the meadow
your veins
azure, alice
Birthdays
that part doesn’t stop—
twenty-five years today,
more tomorrow.
It’s insufficient
but without it
would be insufficient too,
now the nightshade’s
shoring up/impassable
smells heavenly
but can’t find it—
Dusk
never loud enough