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lacerated pill packets litter the bare mattress
and assorted half-empty bottles have collected
ten different variations of the same disease
on their necks
deep, wet coughs
echo through the halls
and my hands twitch all morning
from the combinations i'm keeping up
just to maintain a wry-smiled "functioning"
and the temperature is never right
active ingredients and seasons change
but i'm not sure habits do
they crossed the stars"Let's find where the sun touches the earth," you told me.they crossed the stars by 109-0415
"Let's find where the two unite and finally know they're real."
"Ok," I said, and I complied.
We packed food for two years, enough love for three years, and
five pounds of ricin (to drop behind us, you explained, in case we
need to follow the trail of corpses back home).
We taped notes explaining our absence on doors and giggled
giddily over our cleverness.
We forgot the map lying in a dusty drawer.
and you led me
over oceans so vast no man could pass
through caves so deep you couldn't sleep
across forests so wide there was no tide
and into nightmares I will never escape
all to find where the sun touches the earth
When night came you'd explain the universe to me
while I nursed my weary feet and nauseous heart.
I learned that north doesn't exist, cats can live and die
at the same time, and that wishes make stars shine.
We'd laugh and make wishes on every star in sight,
and some that weren't.
But you didn't teach me how lives ris