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