A MARBLE RUN FOR THE LIGHTS & A MARBLE RUN FOR THIS FINITE EARTH
A Marble Run for the Lights
for Steph
Such a cliché to write a poem for a dead friend. I don’t know much about stage lights or undiagnosed heart problems besides how they burn, too bright. I don’t know much, but I know I wish I could have shined a light into your chest and seen it coming. What we don’t know can’t hurt us, until we are hurting. I know that in a world where you are not dead, we can take Yesterday to the forest and hold her hostage for just one more summer. In a world where you are not dead, we can head to the woods and skin the wildflowers of their thin and delicate fur. I wish human skin was thicker, and less delicate. Sometimes, I leave the faucet
