bobble from the branches
like earrings
do you think the tree can hear us
do you think it hears the octaves
all the volumes all the quiets
do you think maybe this christmas
is watching us? seeing us? believing us?
not believing us?
it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas
is shifting all around us
trying to shift us out of the room
good riddance
we’ve forgotten the meaning
anyway

the key to life
is living long enough
that you no longer live with reality
but reality lives with you
in a perfectly melded
twisted version of codependence
in which the answers to your questions
don’t even matter that much anymore
because the questions are just
so much fun
to discuss

my chest feels like a balloon and
it’s bound to pop
sometime
i’m just waiting for the needle
(people,
much like balloons,
are usually looking for a
reason to
deflate)

if it makes any difference

i like you either way

he sits and stares out
at the fine line between the
ocean and the sky
and wonders how it would feel
to stand on it

is the world so fragile
that it would break on impact?

or is it so strong
that the harm of one
unimportant human
wouldn’t do so much as
slow the collision between
the sun and the sea?

i don’t miss you
anymore.
actually
i’m not so sure that
i ever did.