origamithe lines she draws in meorigami by FallingAsleepTonight
are like creases
I was once a crumpled ball
or flock of cranes
new earththere are so many holes in thisnew earth by FallingAsleepTonight
Tyler and I chased an invisible rabbit
too white for the snow
for the wind.
motes of fire.
holes beneath a construction trailer
and holes underneath
laugh at the sounds of the burning of your lungs.
Josh and I waited in a ragged tent, an apartment.
wet, dirty dishes
holes in the sink
the smell of dead leaves.
black drippings of snow
submerged themselves in a concrete deck
broken sliding glass door.
what is it called when the trees turn to stone?
smoke in a sealed place
dancing like we never did.
Jason and I hunched over the swings
outside an abandoned elementary school.
empty parking lot-
snow replaced with concrete.
in a paper thin sky.
you do not deserve this happiness.
colors without names
Stephanie and I locking the doors
from inside my apartment.
concrete replaced with rain.
cinnamon, chicken, cranberry juice
blankets bunched on top the couch
blackberriesit meant little to her, she told me as muchblackberries by FallingAsleepTonight
but I loved her more each time.
on the rug, her bed
and before in the summer
I drove almost two hours at four in the morning
to watch the sun rise over a bench
that empty highway
splashed in glass.
with yellow reeds all tidy in rows.
blackberries by her door.
it would be something like a pilgrimage,
if Mecca involved having sex in your car.
or terribly planned picnics
(who knew spiders loved sandwiches!)
laughing shirtless in the grass.
I find her red hair in my shower
the echoes of her sleep have sewn themselves
into the depths of my mattress.
if I don't move the blankets much
I can see the outline of her body
limp and loving and heavy with light.
shallow graveJosh died nearly eight months ago but I still seeshallow grave by FallingAsleepTonight
his body floating around.
those vacant, sunken eyes
little nothings in his skull.
I am the only one with memories now.
he drools and mutters
and I understand why he felt like this
I was not there to watch him chug the lsd
my dear friend:
it is alright if you want to go home.
I will dig my shallow grave right
next to yours
and we will die with all the stars.
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