if i keep the receipts i can pretend
that we’re still going out to lunch together,
that your phantom arm is around me at night,
that you’re still here.
i can pretend that you’re not in new york,
and me, i’m not here.
i hoard the receipts and the tickets and
the programs and the take out menus.
i sleep with your sweatshirt under my body
and i, i remember each breath we took in unison.
i imagine that you’re not away
because we are both universal, anyway.
i never cried at the bus stop,
or the train station.
instead i hoarded the tears until i was so full
of water that i broke.
because we can pretend that this is easy
and worth it, it will be,
but at the end of the night
i’m still clutching papers and cloth
with all of my might.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
if i keep the receipts i can pretend
that we’re still going out to lunch together,
that your phantom arm is around me at night,
that you’re still here.
i can pretend that you’re not in new york,
and me, i’m not here.
i hoard the receipts and the tickets and
the programs and the take out menus.
i sleep with your sweatshirt under my body
and i, i remember each breath we took in unison.
i imagine that you’re not away
because we are both universal, anyway.
i never cried at the bus stop,
or the train station.
instead i hoarded the tears until i was so full
of water that i broke.
because we can pretend that this is easy
and worth it, it will be,
but at the end of the night
i’m still clutching papers and cloth
with all of my might.
please know that this is extremely gay and i am a queer
