If Things Change

If Things Change

If the moon never sets on the cusp of your/my breath.
If the walls could talk and they laughed at you/me.
If the eyes were to blink and notice your/my worry.
If the head filled with hum wrote a lullaby to you/me.
If the ache in your/my stomach came alive and swallowed you/me whole.

Moon walls, eyes head Moon eyes, head wall Moon head, wall eyes

The ache I ache is a knot I cannot untie
The tangle I am tangled feels sticky and dry I ache for change.

If we don’t change
you/i can have your/my last cookie from the blue jar

But you/i ate it at midnight.