your goodbyes awkward as his
and all everything, the same --
half a decade of subtle memories
sitting in a boy's body-mane
we go up
\ the falls
(who held and hid me
mid-winter)
and I go back in time
The Universe and Everything
some weird pang of nostalgia
for a future never visioned
i can be
with /
out it,
my only complaint is
i can't --
feel --
the water on my skin:
a decade demands modesty
though reversed, it's couture:
I could be with 42, the Answer to the Ultimate.
and my only other complaint is:
Slow ! Down !
there's no time to breathe or be
are you afraid of the stillness,
where we see and are seen ?
still, I like flying
let me get high with you
prayers answered on a rooftop
and he lived in the spare room
we go up up and up
I'm wise enough to know now
it's hormones and spinning seas
they churn 'em out bright these days
smart as phones and fearless worldly
I remember that
before the blood
and my heart on his sleeves
when I still manoeuvred magick
and whispered to the trees
(each moon I crawl back into myself,
get reborn and come out kinder)
he told me I was selfish
but he doesn't have to bleed