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Basic Physics.
The 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.
You broke your hand the night Prince died.

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.
the perks of insomnia.
Despite 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.

