these small-town lights become
    supernovas

      and so do i;
     i am
  drinking smoke
      and inhaling
             beauty.
         it travels down my throat
      and up to my brain
              and through my blood
          into my heart.
    haze seeps from my every pore.

  i long for the cool touch
         of water to soothe my
      aching bones.

   the nerves in my fingers
     flare up like fireworks
          and every cell within me
        bursts for the wonder of
       fresh, dewy grass on
                       exposed skin.
   i open my mouth and
    rain falls onto my tongue

          and i can taste the pain from
        every tear ever shed by
         lake-side insomniacs.

     the future is vague and i am a
       very small piece of a
   very large puzzle, but maybe
         we fit together and maybe
     we can be the details of a
             much bigger picture.

       i close my eyes and
    radiate enough heat to melt
        all of the frost in the world.
       hearts thaw out and
           hands join and deep breaths are taken and

                 they will never know
         who or what the spark was and so i
   smile anonymously through crowds and
                my feet don't need to touch the ground because
       it turns out, all along, my back problems were being caused by
     a pair of wings just waiting to
           burst and the screaming pain and
        splatter of blood and
               ripped shirts are worth

  finally laughing at gravity.

     loose, gray tendrils
        unfurl themselves over
         my cracked, scabbed lips,
   expanding and thickening until
       my entire self is wrapped in
     a soft, heavy blanket of warmth.
   my tongue flicks over my mouth, and i
       watch the wind run with
              the waves.