Saturday

let's go live on the moon my darling

you, me, and the cat.
in a moon house, breathing fresh moon-air.
our children will play,
on moon hills
and in moon gardens we'll grow
the most beautiful moon flowers.
everything will be exactly how you pictured it.


I don't know what I'm writing nowadays.


you're always on my mind, up down sideways in the sunlight.
we're never alone, you're my insides.
knotted devastatingly in veins and arteries
beating out iloveyou in every tha-thump tha-thump
on my sleeve.

Thursday

wrong.

i want the earth to spin off orbit,
hurtling millions of miles to a new sun.
i want nuclear winter,
and enough hot cocoa to last us till were dead.
i want me and you,
under blankets, skin burning , limbs touching.
we'll watch the planets fly by
sipping hot cocoa,
and i'll tell you i still love you,
no matter what the aliens think.



(are we the aliens now?)