PNS

"stunning."

"hmm? what is?"

"it is. you. your hair."

"oh...thanks."

"....i wish you wouldn't do that."

"do what?"

"thank me."

"well...i'm sorry."

"no."

"no?"

"i believe you."

"then, i'm glad. what's bothering you?"

"me? nothing. except that the clouds are falling apart."

"no, it's more than that."

"how?"

"you're wearing red lipstick."

"yeah?"

"it's devastating."

"...yeah."

"so what is it?"

"maybe it's an End."

"an end? what's ending?"

"me."

"you aren't ending."

"this morning i forgot how to make my heart beat."

"but it was raining this morning."

"it was quiet. did you hear it?"

"hear what? the silence?"

"there was no thunder."

"yeah, you're right."

"...."

"what is it?"

"i envy your autonomic system."

"why?"

"because you don't have to think about it."

"but i have no control."

"look...it's raining."

"your lipstick is smudged."

"...yeah."

a tweet.

i am just tweeting to say
i love you
and i am afraid to say it
but i am not afraid to
type it in my twitter box
for everyone but you to
see.

i've never had copper in my mouth
but around you everything is
copper-tinged and copper-tasting
and swiftly turning blue.

we could develope the sweetest migraines
the world has ever seen,
you and i and the intruding light
from my monitor.
we could twist brain stems around
eyelashes
and pretend we've seen Forever.

as nature goes,
rain turns into snow turns into ice
and you are in every stage
of my unfortunate osmosis.