The shadows sparkled through the night
within painted constellations
there were dates on calenders
but the sequences were wrong
and in an attempt to right the wrongs
we only created bigger puzzles
with answers to mumbled questions.
we asked god to take our hearts with different meanings
in returned letters between lovers
after she made revisions
saying there will be no rainbows.
with matted sheets of paper
knowing everything is flammable
you became a cabin in the woods
and i was the pinata waiting for the stick