origami airplanes

all at once i realized

we weren’t dreaming when

we popped champagne

to celebrate our downfall

it seemed appropriate -

to mark one explosion

with another -

you were always that special

that’s why i carved your initials

into my thighs when we met

at an airport in Texas and why i

photograph you while you sleep

i just thought forever looked good

in between your dreaming breaths

and that you looked your best

in oil on canvas

layers of your bones, your muscles,

your teeth, your flesh, your hair: preserved

before we got on to the plane

and we both fell back to sleep

i know that when we wake up

you will be the same person

who thinks i like art-house movies and

write poems about someone who isn’t you


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