To F. Cardenas
by Jessica
you ask me where I’ve been
I tell you I have been beside the shadow,
in front of the glare, next to the gleam
and halfway to your heart, where I plan to rest awhile
you tell me your name
I repeat it when I sleep, my sister asking who you are
and I say, I have yet to know
though your image has captivated me
this morning when I write these words just for you