Diving in the pool to
never touch the bottom,
wheels blurring as legs,
discarded training wheels rusting
somewhere down below.
A note refusing to expand into a song.
Silence. Silence, but for popcorn
being chewed once & yet again,
leaving nothing of ourselves behind.
A mirror thrown away for reflecting
only what was real.
A star pulled down from the sky
granting no wishes
begging to be spared:
it was eaten anyway.
Fireflies turning colours
only seem when hands
press into eyes, pleasure
for the blind.
In the end there is only flesh.