by Ky J. Dio
I remember the first time I met you.
Throw poetry right into my heartstring
I held you so close slow dance.
Hands on hips.
Just a candlelit vigil to
Loneliness
And late night confessions.
I know that I left a brand on your heart.
Hoping.
Knowing I’d come back to you all over again.
And to you and to you.
My sternum has never felt so full
As when I saw you kneel before a Magic Grandmother.
I’ll take you as you are
I promise.
Solemnly swear
That I will let you ruin me
Again and again
Deeper than a thousand Grand Canyons
To and from the bottom of the Mariana trench
To Pluto and back.
I’ll let you be the ghost in my bed.
I’ll let you be the ghost in my bed.
I’ll let you be the ghost in my bed.
At least I will know that you are finally home every time
I taste you in the constellations
As a healer
I know
That I take on too many love letters.
Try to best process the exhales of every heartbreak.
Every land mine – and I know
Sometimes it is all you can to step hard.
Listen to the tick ticking thump thump
Rumbling bunny rabbit time keepsake.
Keep those that you love to love laying down.
Try to inhale the Universe and landscapes as much as I can.
Try to make magic and be true to form the ancestor that will
stay behind.
That will follow through.
That will catalogue each holy place with you.
The cemented lava
Was marked
By dynamite and the geological survey.
It said
1962
You told me that they had just reopened the death trap.
Said the shale had sifted over 6 feet.
They are still repairing the roads out there.
Maybe somewhere in the badlands
If the back roads whisper back to you
Familiar circles.
That I needed when I was tumbling down
And don’t you know it
That sometimes
You need to pressure wash soak spray paint LOVE on your
collarbones.
Holy
Take all of the chemical burns off.
Let me band aid all of your weather vanes.
Because I know that once you throw up your sorrows.
Tell me all about everything that has destroyed you.
Let it out!
You will feel better.
I have only ever believed in floorboards, love poems,
and getting out of the house.
Just maybe you’ll decide to take me with you sometime.
Ky J. Dio is a host and Administrator for Juniper House Readings, a Slam Poet, a facilitator of creative writing workshops, and the author of 5 chapbooks. She makes recycled acrylic and spray paint art, and works as a Jewelry Specialist at a pawn shop. She lives in Flagstaff, Arizona.
