A Chemistry Lesson
They said that if I ever had a headache
I should just do a line of caffeine, aspirin,
and acetaminophen. The mocha latte
withdrawals without your cedar
smell, though, defeat the chemicals.
You convinced me to come upstairs
to breathe helium and watch stars combust.
But they said I had to learn the difference
between methanol and ethanol
because one gets me drunk and one kills.
I should just do a line of caffeine, aspirin,
and acetaminophen. The mocha latte
withdrawals without your cedar
smell, though, defeat the chemicals.
You convinced me to come upstairs
to breathe helium and watch stars combust.
But they said I had to learn the difference
between methanol and ethanol
because one gets me drunk and one kills.
Fountain Thoughts
Tell me there’s beauty in bell shaped curves
that tails slightly to the left. Tell me statisticians
love impossibilities. Tell me this even though you
never even took pre-calculus.
Tell me there’s someone watching the sun
shine off my hair and the concealer run off
my nose but don’t tell me it’s you. Tell me to calm down
when I forget the chemical structure of acetone.
Tell me about the balloons children release
into the atmosphere, about the graveyard
of latex and string. Do astronauts ever find
them and bring them inside? Tell me yes.
that tails slightly to the left. Tell me statisticians
love impossibilities. Tell me this even though you
never even took pre-calculus.
Tell me there’s someone watching the sun
shine off my hair and the concealer run off
my nose but don’t tell me it’s you. Tell me to calm down
when I forget the chemical structure of acetone.
Tell me about the balloons children release
into the atmosphere, about the graveyard
of latex and string. Do astronauts ever find
them and bring them inside? Tell me yes.
My Plus One
Your prime numbered views
always slice up skies with jagged
edges. Casualties of tied up half balloons
still flying at half-mast. You call the sun
the moon at night and I shake my head.
Your silhouetted veins struggle to connect
to my atria, accidentally leaving fingerprints
on the coronary. I didn’t stop you.
My parents always worried that I would find
someone like you because you're raspberry
flavored chapstick to my spearmint gum.
Because you’re Georgia but with a touch
of Helvetica. Because I dance on the walls
while you hallucinate about Mount Everest.
I’m the balloon still trying to reach the top.
always slice up skies with jagged
edges. Casualties of tied up half balloons
still flying at half-mast. You call the sun
the moon at night and I shake my head.
Your silhouetted veins struggle to connect
to my atria, accidentally leaving fingerprints
on the coronary. I didn’t stop you.
My parents always worried that I would find
someone like you because you're raspberry
flavored chapstick to my spearmint gum.
Because you’re Georgia but with a touch
of Helvetica. Because I dance on the walls
while you hallucinate about Mount Everest.
I’m the balloon still trying to reach the top.