AvaClaire

they found it
I knew they would
with their star cameras
pointed towards the drop off
where the cold, midnight waterfall
folds over and disappears,
they found it
there
on the final horizon,
a single saltbox building

July comes in a candy wrapper
so sweet my teeth hurt,
so sweet that June seems sour
and August looks savory.
July mornings spin clouds of sugar.
I reach out and pull handfulls 
from the sky,

Sometimes I have a terrible feeling
that there is a fish
somewhere
I forgot to feed,
in a dim room, 
dust gathering on the surface,
looking like a ghost.
I can see right through him
to the other side of the glass

I can see them now
all the dominoes in the world
falling toward us

someone pushed them
I have no idea who
but that doesn't matter very much

my mind is making up 
the magnetic notes 

a poem 
is the thing
that floats up to the ceiling 
on a single string
as I wait for it
to fall back down
to me


 

There was no time to think,
the sun was searching for something to kill
so I grabbed my snowman by his scarf
and dragged him to the single shadow
shaded from the midday sun by the pointed roof
and we sat