“that was sweet that you loved me kinda haha”
by Alexander Michael Marasca Ziperovich
Dedicated to a dear friend.
There are these things that mean rings,
planets our eyes rotating inside and things we don’t mean or we don’t mean to mean,
backdraft from the banality of love and we chase the fire with more fire to feel it’s strength,
our heart taken back a length.
There are these people that choose us,
hair that we like and sometimes when they feel like it they just chew us to dust,
and we fuss and we scream things and we sing and we breathe and we choke and we must hope that we won’t give in to the soap and cleanse our hearts with nooses and ropes.
There are these feelings,
living beings, betrayal with no meaning and ecstasy without seeing and we believe them,
until they leave us and we are left without and we don’t shout but rather we put our mouth
to a spout that sings better for worse and we cannot go on but we continue to work and work.
There are our hearts,
our hearts, our hearts, our hearts like art but the end without existentialism or big words,
just our love and desires and dreams and joyous burning passionate fires, we must light them,
candles standing tall in the cavernous wall that mesmerizes us and we think that it separates us,
But it does not,
hearts that cannot be eloping,
chain-gains that won’t stop hoping,
addicts that do in fact stop holding (hi),
and we thought to ourselves that everything was so broken.
And then there was a poem.