There's a pillow between us A sac of picked stories and soft Down, A tiny body of water in the midst of our storied bodies And every second we spend With your back to mine, A pond grows into a lake Becomes a stream Becomes a river Becomes the sea Becomes a tidal wave Becomes a roar in the sea, a tsunami Becomes the distance between A summer's monarch butterfly and the cold Alaskan tundra, Where love lives in straw huts. And every second we spend With our hearts turned away from The other's northern lights Is a year where we are lost at sea Floating across the loose seams of a pillow, Looking for a people That have always held space for us And With the passing of time A pillow is no different from a vengeful wall When the moon's light seeping through curtains barely closed dulls your sensibilities. And a pillow Is a yes, muttered Under the weight Of a girl scared of disappointment.