bathrooms are lockets of heaven

i am

unlearning

expansive blue skies

and disaquainting myself

with time

in the tripping

and sobbing of sunsets and sunrises.

i wear lockets around

my fingers and notice

sunlight caught in my hair

how long did it

take?

for the universe to plan this?

sometimes i sit in

my bathtub

and god i really like that

the sun’s in this room,

because it’s just this room.

heaven and me.

i have been living with the

pain of a woman

and my hips ache in the cold

of my sheets.

it’s a comforting ache;

promises kept

and secrets whispered

and eyes fluttering shut.

there is a momentary pain

of knowing the truth -

but my lips remain sealed

around my agonising teeth.

promise me one thing?

promise me a girl?

the rain!

years of tense crawl

off my shoulders

and sit beside me.

we look at each other in the mirror

and giggle.

what a joke.

how meticulously planned!

every detail makes sense.