Desire is a bitch and a half
Nothing to see here
Nothing to see there
Nothing to see anywhere
I will not take
What is not
Is reserved for a
Thank you for keeping me alive.
My heart bows down
To the specter
That is my heart
I was given a sign
To plant on the hilltop
It said “TODAY is the day”
Why should I care that you will not be my friend, when my own son has disavowed his legacy?
They say we will all be friends, and that is what I wanted, at the cost of everything
But now I have not a son
And I have not a friend
I want to forget you with all my might, but it is not granted me
I pray for a hole in my memory
But what I have is a hole in my soul
What do you look forward to in paradise?
I look forward to everything should you also be there.
And nothing should you not be there.
Should you not, everything will be upholstered in an embroidered tapestry.
An embroidery of your name, upholstering the sun and moon and the canyons, and shrubs and birds. Everything.
And as much as we would be astonished by the beauty of a paradise restored, I would be astonished by the unbeauty of the same, should you not be present.
I would be astonished at my astonishment.