Digging Days

The pen you gave me grew into a spade

We dug for dinosaurs in the hills all afternoon

Our sweat was silver, mercury, angel love

All we found were gold coins and swords

They both shone pretty

We bent the blades over our knees and threw them into the river

But that night, as we slept, they came back

Their handles covered in mud

They came in through the window and didn’t make a single sound

When we woke up we found them

Piled high above the door

They trapped us in that room

You climbed out of the window

Used a rope made of bedsheets tied end to end

Like the movies taught us

I took the gold coins and bought my freedom

We met again in a cave made of lightbulbs and microphone wire

You spoke poems into the walls and the bulbs would light up

Undressing their glass and burning bright

We were a burning house

Neither of us moved

But the swords, they found us again

This time we gave them words

Told them stories about what mountains look like from space

And how some music tastes like fresh tomatoes

They fell asleep and the bulbs melted their steel into a river

The river it ran right down the middle of the cave

And each time we crossed it

A little piece of us shone brighter.

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