Ligaments

Piles of letters written and locked in a room in the closet. In a red box by the underwear. Stained with ink and semen running down the walls. Black ladders descending from outer space. Blisters crack open like eggs. Yellow lines coming out of the sun paving the highways of our homecoming. I want to come back already. I’ve had enough of my dreams and longings. Liquor fueled men on the moon. We could catch each other in giant nets, and should. Hold and tie each other down with the stakes and arrows of our love. Strawberry ligaments meshed against our faces. Rosebuds and miracles falling down on us whenever we meet. I’m an igloo and I’m melting. The eskimos who’ve been trapped inside will need to find somewhere else to go, and some other source of blubber to live off of. They’ve gotten fat enough off me and my failures.