OPEN-BRAIN SURGERY

a study in hubris

i like to hear about you. i like to know about you. i like to know you by name.

parallax will put the pictures together

& keep the love from tearing us apart.

i can taste the cotton-candied air swimming around your head with my mouth closed

and i can see you with one gumball eye opened up and then both;

here, i dare you:

paint your face up with the good words

pluck your organs out from the dictionary

wedged in between the pages i have made for you

bookmarked by the silhouette of my hand. the world could

crack in to dust beneath my feet and i'd still be still

in my world and

ours. from dust to dust does all dust return but

gods–

we are forever.