the rest of the universe
in the second world, things are quiet.
there is a clock hanging on your wall
with feet instead of hands,
a paneled picture frame of a young girl
playing on the beach.
she is afraid of the water. she is being
sung to by the mermaids.
she will drown at sea.
every inch of your skin is
supple-soft; looks like buttermilk.
your insides are the colour of daffodils.
you have never seen a mother before.
you are lying in a field with your
eyes closed. the earth rumbles and you hope
it swallows you whole.
the fourth world is dancing flames and
you are frightened. they reach their hands
out towards you, fingers scalding your wrists.
you cannot pull free.
you are in the centre of the circle and your mouth
will not wrench open, you feel your body
turning to ash. your words are soot.
there is a hallway lined with doors,
and each one looks alike, and each one
is exactly the same. you touch one handle
and it shocks your palm.
you try another and there are bells,
ringing in the distance.
one of the doors is locked.
one of the doors is the only thing standing
between you and the rest of the universe.
you choose a door. you open it.
you walk through.
love is a man in his thirties
made up entirely of different shades
of grey. he is in a suit
but his hat is creased in the wrong places.
he didn’t shave and it wasn’t intentional.
you always cross paths while waiting
at the bus stop. you sit a the opposite end
of the bench, and he casts his eyes downwards
and you cross your legs at the ankles.
what else are you to do? love is always
a little nervous about smelling bad. love sits
at a table for two by himself. love is lonely,
and no one warns you about that beforehand.
no one told you that love lives alone.
love is weak. love has a bad left knee.
if we lived in a time of conscription,
love would be overlooked, left to work
in a factory while the others would
venture across seas to die valiant deaths.
no one would cry if love were to die and
he knows this. most people don’t realize
that love has left the room until after he is
Pride and Envy
Envy wrote a note
asking just how he could stand
to show off what he had
when he was without so much
and Pride jumped from his roof top
to show that he could fall
like nobody else had ever fallen