if i could make the world:
the sprinklers would never fail to water grass and run over the curb and onto the street causing big, wet, pointless streaks
ice wouldn't melt in soda and cups wouldn't perspire
nail polish would never chip
safety pins wouldn't get bent out of shape and the sharp bit would meet the closure every time
little pointy feathers would never poke out of pillows and scratch my skin
and light bulbs would never burn out
the air would always smell like gardenias and summer rain
to-do lists would always be done
kisses would never be too hard or soft but firmly gentle with a tug of the teeth
and doors would never be too heavy to push or pull
my fingers would never feel strained or in need of cracking; knuckles never sore or out of shape
and bath-mats would always stay dry.
if i could make the world,
you would be laying on this bed beside me; your hand would tenderly touch the concave parts of my pelvis
i could place my head upon your hollow rising stomach
if i could make the world i'd feel your breath against my jugular vein
and when you left (of course you'd leave) i'd let you
and there'd be not a lump of ache in my throat.
i wouldn't miss you
if i could make the world.
Created: May 03, 2010Document Media