dream/logic

this is my house and in another life we’re on the moon. the stars are made of sour candy and they

fizzle like they’re always touching your tongue. some nights it’s so clear that I can lay out in my

moonstone garden and taste them just by looking. in another life the grass is blue and even bluer

over there. everything is blue, the trees are blue, the plants are blue, the sky is green, but it’s not

a sad blue, like blue sometimes is. the grass is 1980s aqua and it still looks happy under a

microscope. in another life my mother is the queen of something beyond my childhood

memories. she complains her crown is too heavy, and she lets me hold it, and she’s right. in

another life I grew up to be a horsegirl. it almost happened, but it didn’t. it almost happened, but

you take one trail ride in costa rica with a mare that nearly throws you off the side of a mountain

and it sort of stunts the growth of horsegirl energy in your ribcage. in any life, I look cool as fuck

in a cowboy hat. in another life I stayed on the east coast and did all my falling in love out there.

charlotte still loves me and nathan never will. in another life there’s an exit sign above every

door, and I mean every door. in another life I said no, alright, I just fucking said no. in another

life my blood is just glitter and it’s impossible to clean out of anything. in another life the cashier

at the gas station down the road is a giant lizard, but he still cards you for buying smokes. in

another life my fiancé doesn’t eat all my goddamn ice cream, or know who I am. I was in the

shower when we were supposed to be fucking. I was in tacoma. I was working past midnight. I

was at my boyfriend’s house. in another life icarus makes it, and man, let’s see how close I can

get.