i.
i had a dream there
were polaroids of us.
developing sunken
and strewn across
my pink comforter.
(a soft cosmos.)
i saw how happy we were,
you tall and in your glasses,
arms around me and hunched
to envelope your frame
...around mine.
behold; my real smile.
not where my controlled lips
stiff; cover my gum line,
to feign the sort of "elationship"
i experienced only when
we would speak...
ii.
shut the curtains.
i don’t even want
the sun to filter in
through the fabric
& change the tone
of my pale skin.
i want to stay the same,
i want to be exactly as i was
the day you reached across,
felt me, and i touched you.
iii.
i hope to hold our whole world
and hand it to you in my palm;
even if mine crumbles.
Atlas bent & crippled i am
devoted to holding you up.
i will not shrug.
(oh, i must move on)
iv.
(no.) cleanse my home
w. white sage & string
along my bedpost
bewitched apples cored.
finally biting into you
was like biting into
an apple that hid a star.
and *omitted, how i adore stars.
i lose sleep surrounded by them,
counting them, staring into
mirror telescopes until my
eyes burn and my vision blurs.
i will hold you in my mind’s eye
forever. i will dedicate and devote
every motion onward towards
the path which leads back to you.
(even if it feels eerily, like eights.)
(infinity.) behold infinity
within the iris of your
half-m∞n eyes smiling
back in a beam.
v.
i’ll race time to the future, at
the far end of our solar system.
first steps cracking untouched
crust of Pluto’s nitrogen snow,
at the center of her heart shaped
crater. look back into space
as the glim of Earth is licked (--flickers)
(the moment of our first kiss.)
like these memories, no more
than a spectacle, a twinkle, in
the otherwise steady shine of Earth
bathed in our Sun’s overcast light.
filtered and shrunk by distance and
gravity as a star--finally, a star i
had never gleaned before.
(oh!) how fortune smiles upon all...
(who behold you, *omitted.) -six pm | *apples, mirrors, snow
