I can feel the headlights approaching too,
quickly, like in the books.
I can feel the heat on the back of my neck,
from the sun and from the headlights,
I am as sure of the headlights just as I am sure of the voices that echo throughout the caves,
voices buried so deep inside,
under glacial craters and smoldering funeral pyres,
buried within the blowing meadows and cowlicks of your hair,
your beautiful hair,
The voices buried so deep you cant barely make out the original motives,
ulterior or otherwise…
Everyone is pointing at everyone,
even the voices on the radio,
especially the voices on the radio,
Coming up to the surface now,
like a bubbling muck,
or an emerging tick,
like mountains not yet born,
not far from where the fireworks are,
not far at all.
And in these moments,
and in these cages,
and when I am caught in thunderstorms,
I have to slow down.
Catch my tongue and my breath and my mind too,
collect them in a net with other tadpoles and tidbits and let them free in water that is not their own.
I take on more water like a sinking ship,
so that I will melt away quicker.
The rain may wash me away but I’ll be better for it.
I will explode like the sunrise,
and like those far away fireworks.
I will roll out like a red carpet, for only you to walk on,
walk all over me, so that your feet don’t touch the ground.
I will be laid out for eons,
and the stars will be over me and the dust will collect on me,
and when I roll over to get more comfortable,
I will become a precursor to myself, until a I roll over again in my sleep.
walk all over me,
so that I know you are with me.
That final book of matches, purchased so long ago,
still light when struck,
But now we are on our final book of matches, and they still strike if we try
if we wish hard enough,
but the matches are running out,
and we are running out of uses for the remaining matches, and we are running out of time, and out of the matches themselves.
I cant stand to see the candles around the house not lit,
I cant stand to see the cupboard empty,
I cant stand to see you empty
I cant stand to see all these lights going out at once,
We only have so many matches left,
please leave the light on, there are only so many matches left.
please water the plants, they are dying too.