little infinities

Broken-wristed beauty, you had me at 'hello'. The sky wouldn't be the sky if it came with instructions on How to Look Up and Be Mesmerized. There are some things that you're meant to fix and there are some things you're meant to leave in pieces.

Saltwater beauty, you have hands like a pair of moth's wings. Mercy and justice are separate things; peanut butter and jam are separate things; leather and lace are separate things. There are some things that you know and there are some things that you feel. The sky is blue. The bread is warm. This is your heart. The world is okay.

Carnivorous beauty, cannibal beauty, you're brimming with repression and aggression and compensation. You've got your sights set on Hell, but Heaven wants you bad. The only way to get anywhere is to get in a car and drive, and do you think we'd fall asleep in the car if we took a roadtrip to Heaven? There are somethings that you know and there are some things that you know.

Junkyard beauty, I never meant to let anything rust. I see the world in a series of blueprints---How to Build a House, if you will---but blueprints don't pay mortgages or read poems or wake you up to go to school in the morning. There are some things that are beautiful and there are some things that are not.

Threadbare beauty, go easy on yourself. Years and years and years from now, scientists will still be studying the exact velocity of your shrug, writing down numbers, saying "God must be real. God must be real". There are some things that are fact and there are some things that are less fact. 

A cappella beauty, you didn't follow the script. Your indifference was nuclear, you could've peeled back paint with your apathy, you could've fed armies with a single callous look. Freight-train eyes, that's what I've always called them: are you coming or going? There are some things that are fact and there are some things that are fiction.

Sandpaper beauty, I knew exactly what you were going to say: "I told you so". It takes some people a thousand years to perfect the art of being alone; it took you five minutes. You run laps to reach the moon. There are some things that take time and there are some things that kill time.

Satellite beauty, you've been picking up after me for quite a while now. I leave little paths of destruction, I leave little war zones wherever I go. If I'm the hurricane, you're the Aspirin. There are some things that move mountains and there are some things that move bike pedals.

Nitroglycerin beauty, I'll leave you a note on the refrigerator and it'll say: "I'm gone". Hallelujah, hallelujah. I have two hands and you have two hands, and that makes sense to me. The week will end and the sun will explode. You don't pick the people you love. There are some things you need and there are some things you want.

This has been The Devastation Diaries.