arienette

the bottom of my newspaper boat has been reinforced by several coats of waxy dream remnants:

i dreamt we were in a dark smoky place, and you kissed me and then ran away. i followed, and found you in a junkyard littered with wildflowers and jagged pieces of ships poking out of the earth like monuments to each and every shipwreck we've ever caused.
i grabbed your hand, which was trailing somehow behind you as you ran, and it came off- leaving me standing dumbfounded in the wake of your retreating footsteps, holding your hand but nothing else...

so i laced the hand into my necklace and wore it like a trophy, always hoping that someday you'd come back to claim it.