Take a photo of me and fold it into an
origami dragonfly.
I always wanted to be someone's good luck
so keep me in your pocket
next to your change
to remind you that there is nothing better.
You breathe into me in the mornings
mint breath
sleep breath
mixing and molding in my lungs like
concrete.
This is concrete.
If I were versed in anything besides words
I'd like to think I'd be a sculptor.
I'd mold us a life
with a fairy tale ending.
Sometimes I can't tell where you end and I begin.
Your hands write me love letters
with your eyes closed.
And I echo your responsiveness
with sound.
There's a woman with her head in her hands in a photo frame.
Sometimes I think she cries for love.
Sometimes I think she cries for someone she lost.
Today I thought she might be crying
because we've finally realized
what beauty really means.
I wait by the door
like Pavlov's dog
thirty minutes before you get home.
You
Snap pictures of my sleeping self
and call her an angel.
She really looks like one
when I see her through your eye.
Breathe into me in the mornings.
Plant your lips on mine and we'll grow.
Fold me into a paper airplane,
and come fly with me.
