you are a night in the movie theater, watching
scene after scene, those shooting stars you only
see the tail end of, my inspiration for what color to
paint my finger nails, one of those moonlit paths
that glitter with faery essence, off and on, the
second reason why my best friend can't look me
strait in the eye without smirking, leaving me in a
rut of contemplative arguments between me myself
and i, a smiley face on the bathroom wall beside
one of those hideous notes that leaves you
blushing in embarrassment, a driving class, the
aftermath of a can of Monster, that warm slick
feeling in the back of your throat when you inhale
steam, an electrocution, the reason why i started
going to the gym, a spilled glass of orange juice
shattered across black and white tiles, an old guitar
with brand new strings, why i no longer wear
mascara, a walkway lined with tin cans and
candles, deep like your poetry that never gets out
for the world to digest, the publisher of my
dreams, earphones turned up to the point of
insanity, a wish on an eyelash or a necklace clasp,
the empty place in my locket, a hair clip, the frothy
edges of a wave cascading across sand dunes in a
tsunami, a zebra gum kiss, a limb that's fallen
asleep, a heavy heartbeat, the reason i know i am

okay.