I Wonder If I Need the Rapture or If I Could Just Swallow A Catastrophe and Call It Good

Find me at a party socializing with someone's cat.

Pull a decade from my dress and find what's left

of the bliss sewn the hem.

In a perfect world, we would slow dance

with someone we love, we would hold childhood

in our palm and call it a foal.

What we love frolics with its mother, while we ache

for our sins. Walk through a field without disturbing

a spider's web. Turn off the news

when a javelin is thrown through the screen

into your heart. Yes, you are worried—fear

has been our blanket for years.

Yes, you are home alone so your mind

is cashing in every anxiety chip. Bet on less.

Forget the radishes at the store and be joyful

that you did. There are too many false fangs

in the necks of the ones we love. Bite lighter.

Use your lips. Know the lightning

you believed would kill you didn't. Not every wolf

harms, many just want to find their way

back into the forests we keep cutting down.