Originally published inSubliminal Interiors Magazine
i built these dozens of pyramids
using only ink and with one hand
behind my back, then moved on to the
ballroom where skeletons pace and play
and follow like dogs. there is
the drawer of things i’m sorry about
like uncrossing all the crucifixes and
creating a tiny jesus army to conquer
the refrigerator magnets.
(behind that drawer is what no one
can ever see or know because the
drawer is too heavy to open.)
also i keep an organized closet of
interesting things i’ve done,
like saving the dog from being crushed
by the garage door and playing croquet
with the man who survived civil war.
it’s more like a reference closet for when
future selves are lost; here are all the things
i choose to remember without knowing why.
you may have noticed that it is always nighttime
in the library/observation tower. it smells like
old books in my father’s study when the spring
air wanders through an open window and
it dawns on me quietly
(as i spin the creaky globe that will always be
older than me) that no matter how far away
you are from someone, you will always be
under the same sky.
March 1, 2015