I look for you everywhere—
in the billboards and street signs,
in the faces of drivers, bumper stickers,
the empty homes, and the baby firs,
in the tree boughs and lake deep—
I look everywhere for the fifth chamber
of my heart, in the cattails and yellow
and white wildflowers on the roadside;
I look for my head in your lap, your hands
in my hair. I look for you to show you every
cow and every horse in the pastures, every
painted cabin and every ruin, just
all the furniture.
Anastacia de la Luna is a poet, archivist, and mail clerk. She lives in Chicago, Illinois.
