Elora
Draw me a ladder
to the moon.
“. . .why?”
Because up there
it is okay to be insignificant.
Because up there
I can dance and dance and dance–
until the pads of my feet are bloody and
beneath me are craters forged of my own.
So when my sorrow is sharp enough to hewn open my chest,
I can take out my heart and
bury it underneath leftover star-dust cocaine.
Then, when it appears my life is about to fade
I will laugh as red-ringed roots sprout forth and
embed themselves there to make a home
much better than this Earth.
Right now anything is better than this Earth.
Because up there the man in the moon
was never meant to spend eternity alone.
And neither are we.