We open at fair Lilliput

Where little men run afoot.

Peaceful as ever to us they seem,

But war is brewing across the stream.

They say that we are all made of stardust,
and yet, here I am,
me, in all my starriness and dust,
watching another cosmic miracle
work the counter at Wendy’s

The sun has long since set,
Yet it is darker in my mind.
A swatch of midnight void.
I cannot recall the taste of light
Nor the touch of its fingers on my skin.

I untangle myself from my sheets, 
miraculously, 
like a spider caught in its own cobweb
refusing to let it end this way.

In a world with you.

Pink-tipped curls of gold sit on your shoulders,

curled up in a scarf and wearing a beanie.

You're sitting across from me,

him to your left and her to your right.

When I was a kid, my dad taught me that getting angry could distract you from pain.

A little curse word when you fell, even if your body wasn’t injured, just in case.

A swing at someone when they annoyed me wouldn’t be too bad,

if they were hurt, they could swing back.

I’ve baked a million times,

Probably burnt a few on my first try.

There was a time

When she couldn’t see

Past tequila and lime.

The sky is falling,

It’s happening now on a rock beach

A thick mist has kidnapped the sun

Turquoise clouds are circling around me

All I could see were two freckles on your neck

Arranged an inch apart like empty eyes

Or mouths

Black and gaping.

Lightning in a bottle, they used to call him

The little boy wonder who could brave the deadliest storm

I plunge

into the Earth’s icy veins,

My heartbeat thundering in my ears

as I splutter

most times: two horizontal buttresses,

arched and angled,

hanging above your heavy gaze and

sharpening it to a fine point to be hurled,