for the: bubble fairy

bless you, baby-blue! the sky stretched a mile high
the day dance ended at bare tapping feet and the crowded ball-room
wrinkly pictures to bend but no performer could, bust an arm

how i miss you, baby-blue

of bulging full moon that heard you cry for it; owning up
to nobody’s stalker but which lurks like sore morning eyes
who dreams awake? hearing brutish things before the world roared back

at you, who fought off time
like creation’s dawn

crying melted your petrified void; they did not believe
in the storms that lasted only seven seconds
but there you were, and the clock had torn itself to pieces

over dinner, last-to-finish

shared between self and apparition, it appeared
the voice that hunted had it only felt your smile lines
between this, it tore through space and quick eternity; rhyming words

cry, sky, sigh, shy, die
they each replied

and it burst through you, final; only for you, baby-blue
the earth lay to rest a while—it’s decay a grieving of home
while you tore with it; books and all their edges

in honor of this image along with the caption my mum posted in 2013
bye-bye bubble fairy