Name the question your
lips mouth at 2:37 a,m.,
parched, in need of water.
In need of someone else to hear them.
The elegy must be written.
Revisions of yourself.
Vessels and baptisms in fever dreams.
You’ll fall in love with me because…
You can’t forget me because…
A list for our lives:
- We don’t settle into places where
the bottoms of our feet feel
the electricity to move faster and faster.
We don’t stay when energy says go.
When our body says
- When our limbs say stay,
stand ground. Tell her
Tell him your body says
“I won’t move”.
- Write ourselves a letter.
Little notes on the mirror that remind
us to see the beauty in
what is always changing.
Tell her everything good radiates
from her full hips,
the light straight hair, the lips
that sing lullaby’s and read poems
out loud in a dark room,
alone, at night.
- Ask who she doesn’t want to be,
and then pick up those feet and walk so
far away from that place
that the memory of it is
nothing more than Déjà vu.
Cast a spell.
A thing that lasts forever:
- A deep internal understanding of self.
Who are you?
Ask the question.
- What day-to-day parts of your
life could you never live without?
- The coffee ritual in the morning.
- Bare feet on the dark hardwood when
the heater kicks on in the fall.
- Scratching of beautiful words in
the notebook that is always with you.
- Smells that bring you back to her.
Or him. That place.
- Food you make on a Tuesday afternoon
that reminds you why eating is an
act of pleasure.
- The way the palms of your hands sweat
when you think you might be
falling in love.
- Mistakes you get to reintroduce
as new paths that lead you to better things.
- The realization in each day
that you’re going to die
and this makes you
breathe deeper and run faster
and love harder
because you know you might not
be able to do it again tomorrow.
While also all of your
synopses are screaming
that death will never find you.
- Ask — why they are saying you might
just live forever?
- A word. A person. A poem.
- The moon
- The stars know my name.
They whisper “chelsea” every time
the sky darkens and they get a
chance to speak.
And, on nights I don’t hear them
i just remind myself —
I am the stars.
I can say my own name.
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