American girls

There’s a place you made for me

Where it rains hot water

And nothing has faces.

 

A failing reactor at the center

Of a burning amusement park,

My nuclear heart.

 

100 years from now it may be safe to return,

But no one will.

 

You can run, I will hide.

 

Those moments when you are deaf to the noise the world makes.

When you jump into water and everything slows down,

Realizing the surface is a choice like any other.

Or letting go of a hand, looking down to discover

There is nothing under you.

 

“Why won’t you tell me what happens in those bad dreams of yours?”