mmh
over certain undecidedness these heartstring intimations
august 2017-may 2019
you are only coming through in waves
you're blinking fast to clear the glistering soot
as you tunnel through cast-offs on the floor
blink faster, it's still dark
and there is someone on holding the other phone, the one plastered with salt
there is
good morning starshine,
the earth says hello!
i cannot decipher conversation in your head
at saccharine risk
if you could see the paired lanterns
warm metallic flecks in a field
sometimes hazel, maybe olive
or drift into the deluge, endless sky in lungs
if i could prevent any moment you feel small
when you want to disappear, or somehow think you already have
take mine, so you can see yours
to a world gone away
echoes of brass, they are made of roses
clinquant, clinking spoons in the morning are still stuck by mid afternoon
and i’m feeling microwaved myself, but you are at ease on the edge of your seat
what will the version be when all is said and done?
for flimsy paper masks that make me laugh behind my own mashed potato fortresses,
for horsehair bows neither of us have the patience to learn how to hold correctly,
for pencil lines that still sink into my heart, but you don’t know;
three-dimensional combination puzzle that i’m still hoping to understand, a twenty-two year long napkin masquerade
your drapes were silver wings; your shutters flung
they knit together above your gaze like fingers lacing beneath the unsteady foot
inherited wings growing heavy, no doubt
fiercely creasing, furrowing, lifting
“are you sad?”
no one had asked
cut, print, check the gate, moving on
hello, it's been eleven years, you know?
time has been passing with all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile and we shrug
the answers animated shoulders in a bouquet,
new sky peppered with tried-and-true
in fact, i am told that a lot
pocket-nestled companions, my valuables
tangible holograms, christmas grams, hundreds of miles in between
boards when we're bored, corrective lenses for the unsightly
can't read the tone or hear the expression, but who had this before us?
not here, i'm
sorry i'm not there
if it helps yours beat
sequoia roots cradle your
tired eyes in the golden glow above the laminate block we call home
refractive armor around the deadening weight on your chest
that pressure, for every oxygen mask
and how does your elastic heart haul so much?
do you have any idea what a
great honor
it is to learn your love
meet me by the cul-de-sac on heart attack avenue
sunflower seeds skid across the styrofoam floor, and did you drop your glasses??
without inhibition,
embrace from a laugh that rattles and cushions our insides and bubbles until it spills like carbonated light bulbs from our mouths
thank you for the reminder,
you marvelous lunar parakeet
science of cherry-coloured light and not
komorebi dregs
always yet never the same
not sure to explain
(and for good measure)
alexandrite mind
ineffably, deeply steeped
alas, c'est chaussettes
