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-29- HappyLove me, kiss me. I'm there, inside you, always.
When the suns rise and when the suns set,
and when the stars stretch all the way across the sky,
harkening all beauty, calling all glory, you'll be there
and so will I.
Dance, oh, let's dance. I don't mind that there's no music playing,
you're all the tune I need. Once, oh once, I thought I'd never make anything,
just a smudgey, drippy canvas, modern art at its very, absolute lowest,
and people would stop, tilt their heads, and try to see the picture inside of me.
Goosebumped skin atop fleshy pink insides atop dirty white bones atop my heart.
There, on the streetside, that's me. That's the me that I was before I met you.
The me that sat like crushed glass, less than nothing, wondering if it was just broken
or if it never existed at all. There, in the treetop, that's me. The highest branch,
stretching towards you, the moon, never quite reaching, but never quite giving up.
Aria's CreationOnce upon a time, there was a God who lived alone on a planet dotted with land and covered in ocean. This God was quite at peace, but very lonely. God wished to himself that he had someone to share his world with him. First, God created the sky, but it was far too big and had no time to stop for leisure. He created three suns, but they thought much too highly of themselves and preferred not to associate outside of themselves. Next he made numerous stars, smaller so that their egos wouldnt inflate. However, the suns were too greedy to share the spacious sky, and so God could not see his stars during the day. He created a moon to defend them, but it was far too small and timid to fight off the suns.
Maybe, said God, Ive been trying too hard. He looked at the sandy shore, rough and lifeless beneath his feet. Kneeling down, God plucked a single grain from t
a cupcake. simple, right? that wouldnt give away how I feel or let him know that I lo. . . lo. . . no, no, just a gift from a friend to a friend. oh, I was just baking these yesterday, and I thought you might like one, oh, no, it was nothing, just in the neighborhood. hed never know that Id taken two busses and a cab to get to the neighborhood, that Id been up all night perfecting my recipe, that Id had to go for extra milk at two a.m. because my batter needed the rightthe perfectconsistency, so it tasted sweet like ambrosia and moist like wedding cakeah, wedding cake! I wonder if hed noticed that Id deliberatelywas it deliberate, anyway?made him a wedding-cake-cupcake. maybe hed know, maybe hed realize, I messed up, I messed up
then again. maybe, hed just think
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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