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IMG_38412The moon is bigger
When I stand on my toes
Am I the only one who understands
The rules of gravity?
If you fall, you’ll crush into me.

So is it silly to hold hopes
To climb the moon with ropes
To climb the moon with a ladder
When we’re there, we’ll know better.

I thought of us in clouds
And I licked my lips,
I thought of us in space
And I wrung my hands.

After a lifetime of solitude
The man in the moon has an opinion on everything.

We held our breath for the longest time.

well

Pour the champagne in my hands, darling.

I’ll watch them fill.

I’ll hold them steady and try not to spill

 

Yet these knuckles will bruise over time

and skin will graze

and teeth will touch

and time and time again.

 

These nights will polish our veins

for future grudges to come

and as time takes its toll

and time and time again

 

we’ll realize,

it all stains.

DSC01268Despite my haiku face tattoo about the perks of insomnia, I sometimes spill a little wisdom as I flip my tongue to the sound of  your voice in an empty room.

I spit  crooked teeth from the battles of yesterday

and sneeze sandwiches with no crust

and I pass the pieces.