I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to the echo of your dreams. That is the ocean I want to dive in, merge with the bright fish, plankton and pirate ships. I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you and ask them the questions I would ask you. Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney? Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing? I don’t wish I was in your arms, I just wish I was peddling a bicycle toward your arms.

We didn’t deny the obvious, but we didn’t entirely accept it either. I mean, we said hello to it each morning in the foyer. We patted its little head as it made a mess in the backyard, but we never nurtured it. Many nights the obvious showed up at our bedroom door, in its pajamas, unable to sleep, in need of a hug, and we just stared at it like an Armenian, or even worse— hid beneath the covers and pretended not to hear its tiny sobs.

I swallowed a hand grenade that never stops exploding.

I've been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence so far, without spilling a drop.

I graduated first in my class from alibi school.