How does a person cope with completing a task
to the absolute highest standard, when everything
goes exactly right. What is left to say when
there is no room for error? Does anyone have fun
anymore? I thought the aurora borealis was
something the internet made up because god
didn't make me as beautiful as the sky.
How do you make a child feel less alone without lying to her?
If nothing happens for no reason anyway,
then I want to be done trying.
Sometimes I think it would be comfortable
to hide under the covers until I pa** away and rot,
but I can't shake this diaphanous will to live.
Please continually tell me I am wrong.
You could take an ice cream scooper and
swing it at the sky but you still won't
be able to fly. I want to be more responsible for
the disconsolate ways I make you feel at night.
Nothing will ever taste better than the time
I had a bite of vanilla sundae in my mouth
and Chris Beckmeyer was drinking hot cocoa
and we kissed to see if we could make steam
pour from our mouths.
This is what I mean.
People don't want people anymore. No one tries
hard enough. And those of us that do will be
immediately made small by those of us
that are smaller still.
He is afraid and so is she.
The lines creased into a person's skin when
they wake up in the morning are infallible
and beautiful but I don't think I believe that
they exist anymore. If I need someone to hold my
hand through every door that is shut when I approach it
then I will find someone and grip them tight.
Do you remember how cold I thought my body
felt the first time I became very sick around you?
I write a lot of poems but none of them are true.
Where are we going?
I have learned three mollifying
things since I have been alive:
The northern lights are real.
Children know how to lie.
Magic doesn't happen when two mouths touch,
but we try everyday anyway.