Space-Time Continuum

Space-Time Continuum

A Poem by EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERS
"

things are ordinary and yet, also decidedly not so

"

 

you can have ash in your hair

and I will spark

like firecrackers on the top

of a Fourth of July cake-

strawberries and blueberries

over a whipped cream flag

frozen,

then frosted,

mid-ripple

 

we could separate our stars

into suggestive constellations

like mischievous schoolchildren

investing in our vocabulary

as if grammar were a sweet

recognizable voice

still warm

on the back of our necks

or maybe

maybe I could just take my half of the sky

and you could take yours

 

you won’t be able to see your shadow

but we’ll still take pictures in the dark

we’ll just call them the night sky

and try to imagine galaxies

and black holes

and things we know exist but don’t know how to

draw

 

your handwriting slants

you walk too slow

and you don’t drink enough water

I’m not complaining

exactly,

just listing.

some people pace.

I prefer to describe.

 

we won’t be talking

or touching

or listening.

we’ll be too tired for sleep

we’ll be  too quiet for words

but it won’t be the end

 

I’ll walk into the kitchen and forget

what I needed

and we can start

over again

from the beginning 


© 2011 EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERS



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