(This poem is dedicated to the lovely SG)
somewhere in the desert
the sky turns dark enough to taste like bittersweet
chocolate smells after it’s been sitting
in the cupboard for years, it’s gloss turned
opaque like pearls gathering dust and
I love you unconditionally
except when you leave the air conditioner on
all night long and frost grows in my hair, he
said to her and she cracked her knuckles
twice, they sounded like bells
ringing in the church tower on the night
they buried the body of a saint,
the one who insects never touched,
the one who smelled like chamomile tea
and vanilla even years after the ground
overtook her skin and what
do saints bones look like, are they
so much different than yours or mine or
his? And what of the lizard, that one you
like that runs from predators, runs
until it faints? Do you still believe
in running
down into the darkness, past the sand,
past the waves the wind makes even
when the water’s all gone. Somewhere
in the desert we wait all night
for the stars to come out and dance
like no one is watching
even when they fall
make a wish, no one noticed,
it still probably will come true.
Pints And Cupcakes 