Psalm for Prodigal child while Away
Take your eraser to the sky.
So the stars can break through again.
All of the airplanes and rain clouds
Are waiting on your hands.
Go ahead. I won’t tell no one.
No matter how far you run,
The smog and city light
Clinging your precious DNA
Will haunt you. The bodies
Of people that seem familiar,
From a past life, will haunt you too.
According to the rules,
You’re allowed to fall in love
Once or twice. After that,
It’s just chasing old ghosts
In new people. Once changed,
You aren’t allowed back into the world
Through the eyes you once possessed.
These are the rules.
Don’t look at me like that.
I didn’t make the rules up.
The moon is puddling in the salt water like ice cream.
Everything is becoming muddled by something else
By which I mean made more beautiful.
Our form is a hodgepodge of bruises and light.
I’ve been warned of my naïveté,
But tell me there’s someone left who hasn’t forgotten me.
The me, me.
What I remember are dreams. The lightning
Bugs nestled between the rib bone in my chest. They glow
In your chest too.