i want to watch a hundred thousand
varied frames like the sound of a second.
breathe this in, this life
like a bottle of flowers. everything will become
like a glowing glove, like a burning map.
there is too much to be in awe of. the
speckled light of microwave on my hands.
the sound when the days end
and the nights explode, this
explosion is a hundred thousand frames
per second desperate for the moment when
we fall apart my heart
is a water balloon. deep on the shores of the atlantic
hold me like a frozen tide.
we would never make the news
but we made a thousand stereoscope slides.
we wanted life to be in three dimensions.
i dreamed about a fire escape and white white walls.
i woke up saying i do not hate myself.
i do not hate myself look
at this road the words got frozen to my tongue.
when i die, i wonder if i will miss the color yellow.
i know i miss it when i dream.