I want to grow milky eyed and puff pastry with you / jade in each eye / leveled towards the bed where we sleep / those perfect pink blossom sheets / We’ll have the dark green velvet couch of our dreams / vines everywhere / orchids / and mugs / and cats / and mugs of cats / art / in each bathroom / Deco / Degas / mint ashtrays / ceramic / CDs / an interesting tile pattern / incense / the fluffiest towels / with a last name on them / that will be ours / All of it / All of it / All / Ours
I don’t like being on camera, but I think I could be a movie star, or a TV host, or some kind of person with a microphone strapped to their chest, so all day the audio can roll, and there will be proof everywhere, cast across every screen and radio, without static or headache, of the daily pitter patter: lungs spread like raindrops across the window of my throat, saying please, please, please to something I haven’t heard of yet (that will save us all) and Yes, it will respond, I heard you down there, all day, every day. You have percussed your way to the finish line, and boy, you sure did it with style. Come inside now, we’re done with your part.
Virginia Laurie studies English at Washington & Lee University. She has published in Apricity Magazine, South Florida Poetry Journal, Phantom Kangaroo, Cathexis Northwest Press, and more. Find her online at virginialaurie.com.