Cara Writes

They took turns throwing flowers to the Earth and questioning their own mortality. They both threw yellow roses – hers made it on top, his fell below, it was the first to fall off the stack. Somehow it became that the equivalence of flowers was measurable to the amount of love; but no one stays long enough to watch them wilt and rot after they gush over them at the office Or wonder if they’re sympathy flowers Or I’m sorry I hit you flowers Or I’m sorry I slept with your sister flowers. No one wants to look down that far and see the end to their life and relationships. And so all these people dressed in black threw in red roses for love. But they two, with the yellow ones never noticed their difference. All he saw was a beautiful woman at her worst, and all she saw was flowers.

Crash into me not literally but the melody had taken him away and he was floating above the clouds not even the end-page could keep him down because he drew his finger in the air tracing the halves and wholes and didn't realize when this was all over she would be half and he would never be whole and the shatter of metal and hearts transcended the sound waves all was quiet for seconds, minutes, he wondered if he was deaf but they explained later how your heart can stop and he wondered if it would ever beat whole again.

I need you to come to this place Where the air is intoxicating And holding your breath will Suffocate Traces of lost inhibition Float through the air like Gasses of a nebula Glowing orange and red We’ll hang by the dipper And lick the Milky Way It doesn’t taste like chocolate At all.

There’s a place called ice sculpture city It floats above sea level cloaked by clouds The artist spends days chiseling the blocks into Gothic fronts and doorways He uses simple tools, caressing the ice as it numbs his palm and shivers at the touch; A slow single drop drips down the side, descends the clouds and falls into the ocean No longer a drop but as big as the sea, travels as far as you can see He gazes at his work, careful not to melt it, kicks off his shoes, lets himself fall and careens around the city, laughing Traces of the ocean follow him everywhere He looks at me, eyes full: you should see this place at night.