Mama said earth was born to house souls, like mamas housed babies and mittens housed hands. She said the moon held all earth’s memories, like she held me and daddy held her. After she died, I prayed that the moon would send me her voice, her face, her scent.
I bake you into every dream, every written word, every lost and last second. I tell you you’re my everything, extraordinary and radiant, like bees and skies and seas. You say the world is a fantasy, not many people see it, and crown me its queen.
I try to write you, Childhood, in beautiful prose, scrawl you in silken ink. I try to teleport there, to donuts for dinner, to Chickenpox and calamine lotion, sticking to Princess Ariel pajamas, to bunkbed slides. But you sit on the paper, bathetic, worthless…
You remember our first kisswhen I almost bit your lip? We were standing in the snow.I’ll never forget. You were never judgmental,never heartless, never icy. Didn’t think the day would comewhen you weren’t still beside me. Sleep well, My Love.I’ll be there soon.
I write, “A cardinal stopped outside my window and the nurses let me eat pizza.” You write, “Happy Birthday,” and for me to keep my wishes. I write, “I’ll save them for you so one day you can visit.” You write how that would be cool, whenever you feel sick less. I write, “Someday, like […]
Damn death- swimming through labyrinthine waves. You were here today, kinetic, tangible, I swear I kissed your face. I swear I gazed upon the light you emanate. Damn. Death, the beauty that doesn’t belong to you, why are you so willing to take?
We found grace in streams of yesterdays and dreams of tomorrows. We found it in interlaced fingers, tiptoeing on snow-covered decks, in late night fingertip massages, reclined, while winter vibes vibe to crackling firewood. Thank God. We found peace.
I, human, also known as charlatan, surmise that this too shall pass. Obfuscating our own eyes with our own beauty, & our own lies, while the world burns, waiting for its own time to see that pale, white unicorn, pointing its horn at a red giant. Too late for latent gratitude.
I’ve been feeling old. Came in surrounded, gonna die alone. When did winter come? This world is so damn cold. The sun’s been getting bold. It left, took my heart, like a bar of gold. With your summer gone, who’s gonna save my soul? All your doors are closed, shut out the fire, keeping in […]
They part ways at the Sea of Indecision, her reaching for his hand, him leaving a kiss on the wind. Years pass. The sea dries away. She tells her son of red flags, of surrender, bad omens, perturbation. “But could you swim?” asks her son.