I rub my face on solid ground and pretend that it’s you


i bled myself blue trying to be cool for you


i want you to come to me, i am in hiding, i am overflowing


i need to find a bed of salt and dissolve


shuddering with heat lightning


falling hard the long way down


we have been together for four seasons now


you who never loved anything more than the world


you who never committed to anything but love as a disembodied voice


you the alien


you who never learned to love never got it right


you who lost the music and couldn’t afford to buy any more


you with your iPhone nearly silent pressed to your ear


playing love songs


you who know no language


your eyes closed


you lonely ghost


til the phone runs out. So it goes.


i need to open it up and find the source of the bleeding


like how we only say i love you in times of desperation


my eyes are wet like leaky faucets


you say, why not do heroin?


i want to be wracked with joy from the very core of me.


i am hungry to eat the whole world. So it goes


i will catch the spiders


and you will make the bread rise


we have cold fights and warm forgiveness


quicksand, night vision


one night you told me you loved me


on accident. So it is. So it goes


four seasons of us we’ve been trying


we’ve been crying


we’ve been licking at nostrils


and picking our toes


we’ve been playing in the sandbox


you always push me down. So it goes



Sarah Bloom lives half in this world half in one of her own creation. you can come if you want. instagram: @blissscat
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