steady justwrite

Much too steady hands, spilling everything within the boundaries, ribbons tied around clouds, burgundy in the sky like a reflection in your eye of my lips, tasting secrets starting to swell, warm fruit in July shipped all the way to January, all the stamps in proper order, nowhere to go from here but up because my feet are growing lighter as I leave my shoes behind for whoever is in the background, so they can finally see my soles and listen to my tongues and tie up their dreams with my laces, stringing sugar from your palms, waiting for spice between your teeth as the seconds wait for no one and trees turn to soil, then back to trees beneath my gaze, a place to plant ice cubes and wonder why nothing ever grows, to plant rosemary then but it dried at the store because everything is faster when you have a credit card or some moral credit, tracing lines in the sand, pretending the beach fades into the sunrise because you want to ignore how untouched the horizon remains, almost a concept except you can see it clearly in front of you, laughing like the time you colored your little brother's eyebrows while he was asleep and he went to school that way, threw his backpack at you when he came home, face flushed as the books spilled out, their titles displayed as vulnerable as childhood when angry voices are just through the wall, reverberating on your soul and coloring the carpet with shadows as you try to cover them with purple and yellow, fresh daisy petals pulled from your hiding place, still damp with spring air, telling you everything will be steady again, much too steady for the edges to fall away.