《graveyard girl, a collection》castle of clouds and glass
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" – ,
eyelids drenched in the tears of your lover:
a space carved in the sky for your bones to fit,
he will visit you in his dreams.
He will imagine you with flushed cheeks
and a finger that has not yet been pricked,
and a heart that is still in your chest, because he
knows that someone's god has made a castle for you
from clouds and glass.
In the Heaven he has built for you to appease
himself, you put stars in your tea kettle and
always wear socks to slide across the hardwood floor.
You are never cold.
You whisper poetry into the freezer and leave it there,
maybe he will find it when he opens the door
wherever he is.
You tie empty soup cans together and
throw them out the window, hoping that this time
there would be a hole in the cloud,
that perhaps your words would still be stuck
to the bottom of the aluminum by the time
it reached him.
He does not realize that even in this Heaven you will
miss him as much as he misses you.
You will sleep in a bed made of his name,
silk pillow a mirror that only reflects his body.
The sheets are a casket because he cannot imagine
you spending forever in a perfumed box.
The walls are painted with your name so that the sky
will not forget it.
He will remember your name long after he has forgotten his own.
You will sleep, slow and heavy, thick as southern
heat.
Sleep is in the sun here; it is in the moon too,
each ray of light a melted caramel dream that soaks
into the pores of your skin. Dreams will keep you
alive in a way that your body could not,
in his Heaven.
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In his Heaven you will never have to say goodbye
to a summer storm, watching from the porch swing
with your bare feet against painted wood.
Hand outstretched and palm cupped to catch the rain;
you will drink it though you are never thirsty.
In his Heaven, you got there the way a poem ends.
There was no pain for you, only ceasing,
right when the words softened to a blow,
the curve of a spine. A hole that aches,
a missing piece, there will be nothing left for him to
do except remember.
As if he could ever forget.
As if each moment was not already soaked in you.
As if he does not open a door and hear your voice in the turn of the hinge.
As if this castle he had built for you was ever anywhere outside of him. "
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