I fall in love, or rather, begin to cocoon
myself in the silk sheets of it all, and I dream in groups of household items. Bouquets of silverware. Corsages of bobby pins. Sprays of toothbrushes. When you meet someone who can make the everyday so unconventionally pretty, you begin planning for a love that takes up the entire bedroom. For her, I will sleepwalk. I will sing refrigerator songs, write kitchen sink love notes. After all, she is the most gorgeous feeling one can hold at her chest. For her, I will paint every lump in my throat her favorite color. Loving this girl is the easiest fear I’ve ever had, and I know one day my childhood home will tumble to the ground. It won’t be able to keep its eyes open forever. Neither will we. But so long as I can lose my fingers in the backyard creek of her hair at night, I will be gracious to every neighborhood. Maybe we will never go back to the street where it all started, but at least I can say I dreamt that it would never end.
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Lydia Havens"Lydia Havens writes and lives in Tucson, Arizona. A part of the literary non-profit Spoken Futures, her work has previously been published in Drunk in a Midnight Choir, Words Dance, and Textploit, among other places. In March 2015, she was named the Women of the World Poetry Slam Youth Champion. You can find more of her work on her Tumblr, southwestwitch.tumblr.com, or her website, lydiahavens.weebly.com." |