IDIOT LOVE SONG

 

throw your phone from the bridge

there is nowhere to go and no invitation 

we’ll shave our heads 

and watch our hairs scatter with the leaves 

I have accepted that we never were 

and will always be strangers

baby teeth rings in lieu of diamonds 

bubblegum in lieu of glue

take a knife, tell the oak tree our names

I held my breath the whole way home

asking the lightning if it heard us whispering

your childhood home is filled with tired eyes 

your mind has always been an ark, 

collecting and protecting the strange and the small 

a fortune cookie once told me: 

“ it is easier to look at the sky 

as it reflects from the river 

but the river will never be the sky”

I used to think “champion” was a bad word 

but it may need to be revised 

bite my lip if you wake up first