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A Compilation of Bday Wishes for Jose Padua

Happy Birthday Booklet for Jose Padua

movie set

A sample:


–for José on his birthday

You send me another one, at work, mid-morning, pixels

flying through the ether to form pictures of a life

five feet closer to perfect: emails that link to dream house

after dream house, each one more virtuous than the next,

at the beach, in the city, hidden in towns we’ve never heard of.

You don’t tire of looking because what if it exists—

that single impossible find—like an undiscovered planet

in an infant universe spinning miles from the skittish

dogs next door, the cops stopped across the street again,

and the bleary-eyed woman, cigarette alight, whose racist slurs

fail to break the lawn guy. What if it’s out there, far

from small-town stillness and mortal time?

The house we live in now, one hundred years old, sits

on stone, telling fortunes to the wind, whispering

sweet nothings we love but should ignore. Remember,

years ago, on the train ride out west, my hand warm

under yours, yours solid over mine as we sliced through the night,

shrinking valleys and mountains, searching. Remember

the births—a girl, then a boy—their tiny bodies like harbor lights

in the darkness of our room, signaling this is home? It’s enough

and never enough. We all deserve a roof—of metal, wood, or clay—

but also something diaphanous that lets in moonlight

and distance, that serves up stars in their eternal shining. We’re always

building houses, all of us, in our own blood, in our lover’s eyes,

real ones for shelter and metaphors to stretch out in as we run.



–Heather Davis