Rocket Fizz

I Want to Kiss You When You Talk

disbelief is easy.
i rock myself to sleep
with the promise that i am not good enough
so i will never have to live up to anyone's expectations.
the light stains the photographs,
erases me
where i don't want to see myself.
maybe it scares me when you tell me i am the moon
because that means i have to occupy
some physical space
& be held accountable for it.

time lapse videos of the sky throughout the day
project on the walls of my room.
i am especially conscious
of the hours that slip between our fingers
when i first wake up
& the lightening sun
is 6 hours away from matching
the color of your lifelines.

i want to kiss you when you talk about jordaan mason
& hold your glowing face in my hands.
they say the sun
is 5,778 kelvin,
but i was never one to take advice from others.
if my palms blister
i will peel back the ruined skin
until i can write love poems again.

the newest image
of the planet mercury
shows a blue stain spreading from a crater
in its lower center,
& i will paint you on the clouds,
watercolor
was always my forte,
& i want your face to be where everyone can see it
& know that you exist,
& congratulate me
on summoning you from the depths of the ocean
when really you were growing from the ground,
busting holes in the drywall.

hold my breath for me
when i am alone inside myself at my first house show
because punk shows are no place for inhaling,
but give it back to me
when you bless me with your kiss,
& i find you, scent of crushed flowers
& heavy hands grasped tight
in the twilight.