Getting Invited

Your ancestors and mine
are having a party.
No masks allowed,
no clothes, no edges
for the body,
and no last names.
But you and I can't go
because we're still at work
being separate.
Just wait until the Self
gets juicier than the Other
and you exude the sweetness
you've been thirsting for.
Then you'll find the invitation
in a stranger's glance, and hear
our Grandmothers' voices
in your own breath.