Don’t Cry

Heaven is a hospital

where we suffer in silence

faces pressed down patients

pillow talking after dark

and we whisper promises

we tell the truth

the doctors there

serve the sick rosewater

to wash their wounds

yes that’s where

I’ll find you

we’ll be laughing

bleeding

lying still

pressed against the plastic

we’ll be together forever

waiting for our next codeine pill

we’ll forget the world while

our blood pools and dries then revives…

The bandages are made from cotton and

the needles from steel

White linen..

and your soft face..

White roses stand in glass bottles

in every window sill..

Helium balloons tied

in a silk blue bow tie..

Ribbon on my wrist

where they left me bleeding

drowning deep in my madness

it’s a high point, feeling nothing

teetering on tippy toes

in my cotton gown..

I squeeze your hand

and in suspense

you feel for my waist..

There I find you acting

as my sole guardian,

the gentle handler in charge of

my frozen heart,

tending to the blood,

sweat, and the rot..

In the evening

at my bedside

turn off the candles

lean into the metal cradle

move the hair from my face

kiss me good night

kissing your hands

tied inside delicate lace

I’ll float to outer space

and sink into golden sand..

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