They say all you need
to make a place holy is a
sacrifice and a prayer,
so here we are in the field.
I've brought you grass.
I've brought you sun and earth.
I've laid my very soul here.
I may have stumbled through
the rosary, but I think we have
a chance.
We're in the middle of it.
We're right in the middle of it,
the field, on our backs while
the sun sends our skin tingling.
The dragonflies, the faraway birds,
the little specks of dusty dirt floating
in the light.
I don't know if any of it is real, but
just let me have this. Let me have just
one moment of reverence, of peace.
This is how a soft spot materializes.
This is how we find our way at the
end. I looked over at you and saw
the eyelashes tickling your cheek.
I saw hands smoothing over the grass
and angels pouring across the milk-
blue sky. I said,
I want to be buried here. You said,
Let's be alive first.
*I still call you *darling in my head. It took me a long time to learn that covenants and siren songs aren't much different at all.