We Would Die in Fairy Tale Endings
I want to take the entire sky and stuff it into my mouth. I will not take the time to delight in the flavor of mistral winds or mercurial jet streams. I will chew it just enough so as not to choke on all the birds and planes and renegade balloons that may find themselves tangled up in its midst. And then, instead of swallowing, I will turn around and calmly spit it into your face. Consider it a gift for all those lies you didn't even bother to tell.
Grit your teeth and bear it (grin with teeth and mean it).
They were all only grains of sand that I left in the desert. Now the pack is empty and I wasted my last chance. So I'll sit here under this antipodal moon and think of ways to try and make it right. As I look up the sun sinks a little lower on the other side.
Give me your business card and I will slip it carefully into my jacket pocket, the one that's hidden and closest to my heart. Later, on a day long after you've forgotten, I will take it out and write:
your ribcage/should be uncomfortable/but instead i place my ear/against your stomach/and i can hear the ocean/fifteen miles away/look up into your face to see/nothing/and i should be concerned but instead/i close my eyes and/try to imagine a world/without these things
No one said to me,
You carry too much shit
in your pockets
it shifts and makes
soft summer noises
as you take the stairs
two at a time
why are you
in such a hurry
to go nowhere?