drown.yes, i am a creature of the sea,drown. by nighttimebeautiful
it's why the sunset follows me.
oh dear, my dear, what you must know;
the place i will drown is the land,
but no dear no, not ever in the undertow.
yes, the land has books and botany and bees,
but i will only find home, find solace, by the sea.
gifts.the blue light of the bus shelter summons the ghosts inside you.gifts. by nighttimebeautiful
the near biblical sound of snow; sleeping rain, shifting on the sidewalk.
we take the bus when we want to drink
or when we want to experience new people.
we take the longest route home
and watch the snow fall
and the people talk.
(grace me with a small plant that i can tell to grow
and i’ll be happier than with a thousand dollars in a card.)
and i take the bus to have silence and solace.
gift me with a last-line bus ride at one in the morning
and i’ll spill all my secrets.
i’ll write poems about the snow and be grateful.
listen to how an alone man sighs
on the bus at one in the morning.
you’ll be grateful.
(grace me with the sunrise over the golf course in our backyard
and i’ll be happier than with shiny new countertops in the kitchen)
you know how ghosts come out at one in the morning,
but you also know how they come out not from graves, but from the living.
the ghosts come out from the men
when i was seven.(when i was seven)when i was seven. by nighttimebeautiful
my math teacher told my mom i was disturbed.
i didn't know what exactly that meant
but i thought maybe it was because i read
too much about russia, and time
travel, and fairies, and oxygen,
and Poe. maybe because i was
with the blind kid who didn't
brush his hair very much.
or maybe because i told my gym
teacher i had lupus so i didn't have
to play floor-hockey. she told me once
that maybe i should read some nice books
about Henry the rabbit and his
journey to the moon (which i knew
was physically impossible, for a rabbit
to grow lettuce in space, that is).
and she told me to get some nicer friends
that didn't pick their noses, some friends
that would play dolls with me on the
picnic bench. i was worried that i would
get in trouble for hiding in the boys bathroom
from the principal, or for putting a booger
on the globe, or for using my math
as a bookmark, or maybe for
telling Shelby Taylor that if she ate the
booger i put on t