the first time we met we were
in proximity but substance, we were made
of the same things in different combinations and
very close but not
close enough to collapse, different combinations in the way that
my anxiety is not a molten core and you
do not juggle ten temperamental moons like loose oranges-
and we met again as sea creatures, i was
spineless still and you with your stringed necklace
of vertebrate, always a little ahead.
different combinations of the same things- sometimes i think of all
the times we lived without touching, think of all the times you
did not kiss me in front of the red door and i did not kiss you
made of different
percentages, my calcium grew to arms and yours grew to fingers, i think of all the
escape routes- my rubber rib cage compressing through any crack, it is easier to sleep with ten
closed doors or bruised oranges than trust that
i will bind and fuse over ten million years and
be strong enough this time.
different combinations of the same things,
different combinations of the same love, each
as strong as we fear, peace is the feeling of your foot
falling asleep, peace is the feeling of the door closing
behind two people.
we have met ten thousand times over ten million years, we have bartered for
second chances roughly
50% of the time which i know from the
rings inside my veins, the ones you scratched seem to
linger longer, made of the same
thing in different combinations, stars crumbled to sand and pressed into rocks, we are strong
enough in different combinations and statistically
good things must happen
if you try enough times.