earthfeathers (pt. 2)

"show me,"
she sang,
her arms fluttering upwards to the sky
the leaves were falling but she was moving higher,

"embrace me,"
she happily screamed,
her hair looking like feathers in the wind

inside her eyes were pools,
and wells of honeycombed ice castles,
her lips were brandy wine and
and,
and
every time i glanced down at her hands,
(which were so delicate, i could never forget)
lullabies surrounded me

we were one kingdom
and one hope-
winking at a place that was to come,
a fragrant rose not yet in bloom
seeds in the forest
seeds in the packages in the grocery
seeds in my hand


as my fingers graced her champagne wings
ivory tears
staining my cheeks


she will not flutter off, however - - - -


.
.
.

(we were always here)

my mind is a still ocean
with gentle waves,
white noise-
whisperings of golden fragments and labial pronunciations
i will not disappear
or fall deeper into the sea


and i knew,
i always knew i would go with her
the threads around my wrists unraveling,
creating pulleys and weights and propelling me higher

distance stretching further beyond us
we are still one kingdom
awarded a single crown
love prevailing


i always believed her
i kiss her forehead
i still feel safe

earthfeathers

"maybe follow me,"
she whispered,
her wings sparkling from the light pouring through the branches

"follow me,"
she told me,
as we spoke about galaxies on her bed

her phone keeps beeping, but she doesn't want to be without me
the messages keep getting rejected from being unopened,
moving from mobile to mobile like bouncing checks

the silence here is so heavy it feels like a void,
a vacuum i can immerse myself in,
i can't help feeling, however, as if there's others existing here too

her wings smell like fresh, sweet earth
she knows she could take me far away from here
but i don't want to be anywhere else

she will not flutter off - - - -


.
.
.

(we are still here)

my mind seems perpetually nomadic though; i wish i could stop thinking about that bearded man with the paper cup, reaching up to the sky, asking God for change...
or maybe just hoping he will disappear

the threads around my wrist will not take me up,
but maybe if i went with her,


2,504 miles
(she found it on the map)


i still believe her

i still feel safe

grey gardens,
your father in those photographs,
his eyes were shimmering
"halo, halo, halo"
i keep thinking

jeremy the fox whispered in my ear
the names of ancient cities
i smiled, but the buzzing wouldn't stop

behind your architectured forms,
the streams were spinning
constellations reshuffling
under my feet

my hair becomes braided, ropes in
the wilderness
i exhale, but it's all still
glittering

suitcase of fireflies
garage sales and old churches selling records
histories attach
the sun is shining, for the first time in six months
and all i want is it to be dark
to sit in my backyard
in the grass
hear the cicadas (which, i remember, mark ate when he was drunk that one time)
and be with you

i am light
i am light
i am light

bulletin poem

to do:
pink, did i really just
gold soles
hello,
i can't,
i feeellll

winds ran beside us
down the rabbit hole
we fell:

tumbling
seeing
three times before tomorrow,
hearts fell into deep darkness
knives stuck from your pores
faces gleam
rings crash to the ground
falling upwards
five pianos
with five angels, i thought
coming from Elysian?

prefer letters to written word

archaic instruments
falling through windows
our heels click, hells remiss
wormholes twist
spines attach to miniature cities

icebergs of love
press into sparrows' breast
all sparrows, are we?
sword over us
saw feathers as we dug for worms
dirt under fingernails

silent bruise
expressionistic paintings
upon further examination, your
seeping words
melting glass
heart
(over matters, you see)
was never here

library books and
emotions distanced (previously detached)
"besides you, i have just one person"
you said


why did you though?
after you
fell away
we were
(in that city),
your
form was
delicate--

[not so much delicate, maybe just fallen apart]
but you refrained from
saying
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

(i really did though)
your face turned
to ----
i wanted it to be
so different
you seemed

so different
i heard them say,
lured me past your heart
when i was only trying to find it

(you were the blueprint)

I've been writing in my new little journal so much and it's very lovely.
Also, cool things have been happening to me.

segmented heart,
what do you see?
lass,

floating in that sea
of g----

to your Creator.
He will mend,
sew,
breathe life
into the deep void (He will fulfill)

abounding love,
conquer my understanding

tiptoes,
whispers,
promise rings,
tiny beds for little princesses,
little fingers reaching towards the stars,
eyes lit up (though darkness abounds)
we should learn from them (of innocence and free spirit)