oh to be lovestruck and unworried

if the sky is falling

but my feet are numb now

so the water

creeping over my ankles

laughs without peril

I enjoy having my feet wet

and then some

 

the perils of trying to be multidimensional

only arise

when the paper people break their bonds

and shrug into reality

like the way your shoulders look like

a tilting coathanger when you sit in front of me

and I know you have no depth within

those collarbones and

back muscles that flex beneath cotton

anything not filled with holywater

holywords and trivia

is ignored and spiderwebby from lack of use

 

I know it’s too much to ask you

to understand

but the unspoken promises between the three of us

vibrate just beneath the skin

and the trembling of my fingers soothes

the aching of shoulders that should carry wings

instead of bookbags

and your words penetrate my ears over any tiny din

although the voice is little but a whisper

 

“when I look around I think this

this is good enough

and I try to laugh at whatever life brings

’cause if I look down I just miss all the good stuff

and if I look up I just trip over things”

 

but oh to be lovestruck and unworried

if the sky is falling