We scaled impossibly high places

and found ourselves burrowing,

greedy for things unseen.

 

He thanked me

for being an open wound.

i’m old

i’m tired

she said

but are you hungry

you look hungry

he said

 

was it a miracle

he knew

or did he guess

by her roving eye

was she just sad

was he bored

and did it matter

they wondered

in the bed, like a cocoon

like the first bed

 

a little bubble formed

and they dwelled inside

 

there were nibbles, sometimes bites

but it would not be broken

 

watching became habit

and they forgot to worry

 

love was breath

and then they awoke

The air was strange,

like fire had taken

too much oxygen.

People were polite

in a strained way

and snacks were plentiful.

No one mentioned

endings

or anything important,

just lawns and interest rates

and a vague look or two

reminiscent of used teddy bears.

I don’t understand much

but I knew

there was something

behind the sun.

It’s there

and it’ll take us all,

regardless of nudity

or lies or whatever we say.

Thoughts and feelings

bouncing like pinballs

before an electrical storm.

The wind in my ears

was so strong,

there were no

soothing sounds

of crickets

or summer moon

to help me sleep.

I slept anyway,

but it was a tiring affair,

full of heavy breathing

and a relentless array of seasons

stacked ahead of me.