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For E.
Where Is God?
a force of nature,
stroking the thin chambers of my heart
with your roughened violent hands.
listen, and you can hear the birds chirping away, they’re a beautiful lie.
watch, and you can feel the cool waves crash at your feet, they’re a beautiful lie.
look up, and you can see the silky clouds wend away in the sapphire sky, they’re a beautiful lie.
all i need is a first world lie in a third world time.
i could’ve called on all of them, whether they be full of benevolence or malice, my knees painted with earth’s soil,
head tilted to the cotton candy clouds, where secular airplanes fly.
tears fallen, and i’d beg, “please take me away from here.”
because,
you were no blooming otherworldly tale of early maiden’s questioning eyes. you were no stolen kisses under crocheted
blankets and leftover stains of sweet tea, lips pursed for any chance of fleeting glee.
tell me why, when i try, my wings encase me in liquefied wax like icarus flying too close to the sun?
i keep fantasizing of us, running away. away from the cracks of this land and fading ember. away from storm dusts and spark
of thunderclaps. we’ll ring the whistling of rewritten stars upon our back. we’ll reach the end of the ocean and build a new
world for us. a world where there’s only you and me. a world where butterflies are free to feast above our honey-tangled
heartbeats. we can tuck lovebugs into our fingertips and write poems into the porch of rainbow shacks. we can dance above
moon-slicked puddles without worrying about what may come. we would come united.
but we is no more.