They say heaven is a place on earth.

Well, I’d agree, but the heaven I know is everywhere.

It sweeps across though different dimensions

Alternate realities

In and out of black holes

Flickering in the starlight .

It happens over and over and over;

Every moment

For the rest of eternity

For heaven is a place between two hearts

Weaving their way

Indefinitely, incessantly through infinity.

Our tongues will always attempt to sing the sweetest tune

As each of our hearts beat on the floor

Pulsing in fireweed honey.

We will forever be searching

For some kind of heat

That we can press our cold faces against.

We will never stop fighting

The disenchantment in the air:

The vinegar that seeps through the walls.

We will never let our love spoil.

We will not let our lips become jaded

Like mismatched puzzle pieces being forced together.

Our tongues will always attempt to sing the sweetest tune

As each of our hearts dance around the room

Drowning in fireweed honey.

It’s around him late at night when he’s had too much to drink. He can never stop at a certain point. The poison delightfully burns his throat, until it doesn’t anymore, and then it begins to run like a cool river down his chest. She goes to bed early, and he stays up late. He tries to fix the TV that’s been broken by smashing the three-pronged plug into a two-pronged outlet.

Love

Kept in a beating box

Tied with a bow

Locked with a lock that only you know.

Is it really love in there?

Or is there just coldness and inconsequent?

I will never know

–and neither will you.

You may hold the code

But you do not possess the will

Or the courage

You treat it like a simple unit of storage.

You open it only to toss things in

Grudges, anger, insecurities.

But did you ever reflect

On its contents?

Lizzie Potts, have you heard the name?

Lizzie's the one who will drive you insane.

She'll take your head and put it through a whirl

Then convince you she's only just a girl.

Lizzie Potts, she’s trouble indeed

Knows what she wants, but not what she needs

There are holes in her heart, of that we’re sure

Dripping with poison without any cure

Lizzie Potts you’re cruel as can be

And I don’t think I’ll wait around to see

If there’s a change inside you, you coulda fooled me

It’s time, Lizzie Potts, just let me be free

Lizzie Potts, I’ll always be thinking

I’ll pour one out for you when I’m drinking

Lizzie, my dear, I hope that I’m wrong

But mostly, Lizzie Potts, I hope you sing along.

"I don't love you," you say.

Actually, you didn't say it. But there was a feeling that was radiating from your skin, humming just above the surface, burning me as I came close.

The words might as well have just sloppily spilled off of your tongue and onto the cold ground.

"Why?" I ask myself, not you, on impulse. But I already knew the answer. I had been here with you many times before.

Before you can part your lips, before you can try to convince me one last time, I turn around and retrace my steps.

That day came

A confirmation of a ridiculous rumor.

I wanted it to be true, but I never thought it would be.

But there I was, and there you were.

You had your heart hidden

Like the sun setting at night.

Instead of pretending I knew where it was

Or that your heart even existed,

I left mine on my sleeve for you to examine

For you to admire from a distance

The love you always knew about

But never will feel.

You won’t believe me when I say this, but you’re breaking all the rules.

At least, all the ones that matter to me.

Despite the name “motherhood,” it’s not supposed to be about you,

But about me

And all of the lessons you didn’t teach me,

That you couldn’t teach me if you tried.

It’s supposed to be about me

Learning to tie my shoes by watching you tie yours a million times over,

Though you didn’t notice because you were too busy with yourself

To see me seeing you.

If I said this to your face, you would tell me that I was wrong

And that I don’t love you.

And I would wish that at least one of those things were true.