my friend emily is

an astronaut in a future life and
the branches of some sweet dark soft
wooded tree and the
smell of the insides of ivory soap wrappers and
the way sun feels on your back and
the way wet sand feels in your feet and
the places between your toes and
she is snow in siberia and
she is rain in venezuela and
she is pocket change and icelandic glaciers
and cornflakes and
the spaces between
atoms bound to atoms bond to atoms and
the rough way leaves feel between your fingers