2:37 am
i try to find the centerfold
like in every origami, there is always a centerfold
but lives don't really have centerfolds
there is no pattern of steps and merely designed crevasses
it's all jumbled up like alphabet soup
trying to find messages inside
frolicking along in our gardens of weeds and dead grass
using pages of poetry to stop the bleeding of our wounds
we walk down aisles with painted lipsticks for smiles
and waterproof mascara
hoping if we suppress it long enough
it will vanish into these not-so-white-anymore walls
we write bucket lists for years
while we look back at poignant conversations from the past
and shrivel up on our couches
waiting to live
and waiting for love
and staring down loaded guns
