when you come back, i hope your smile
is 12 times wider,
your arms a hundred feet longer,
your heart a million miles larger,
your skin 3 shades more brown.
you spread your wings hoping
they'd catch you.
well, i knew
they always would.
if you put your thumb in the center of my chest
you would be able to feel the motions
of my body, the circuitry
of my stuttering heart,
turning on a dime & rushing
into uneven current.
i am faithless & erratic & poison,
if you touch my sternum
you will know that the anger in my bones
is not a disease, but the salt that bleeds out of me
when i am trying to be strong erodes me.
my right arm aches.
maybe i read on the internet
that that is a symptom of an impending heart attack.
if my blood clots in my veins & my arteries
seize up & refuse to pump,
i would go willingly as long as i had first
known your touch.
i wanted to write you something to
are you
a map of the world.
the oceans are too far
for the span of my arms.
seabird,
we became cartographers.
i listened for your call overhead.
i waited for you
to come to me.
you arrived
in a rush of weather.
i see
the storms in your eyes.
rain down
on the back of my neck,
you,
somewhere
else.
the trees grow & they don't know it
the world turns & it is not aware
cycles spin on, we are,
birth & life & death,
is all there is
we are all there is
keep holding on
the shadows on the walls
move slowly.
we crawl
over the ocean towards each other,
our hands like vines
marring the brick.
every weather destroys
every house will burn
speak
a ballad about how i jumped the gun & told you
i was in love with you the day we met
a slow, desperate song about lying
a downtempo hardcore ep entitled "running away"
the tenderest emo instrumental that whispers "i'm sorry"
in your ear as i leave your bed