Someday I Would Like to Fall in Love with a Girl

Someday I would like to fall in love with a girl

Someday I would like to fall in love with a girl so that I would stop smoking because just the very sight of her lips would fill my body with nicotine, hiccups of short breath, my lungs would be the color of her black hair.

I’d be smoking two packs a day at least, well on my way to heart disease, with the way her simple words wound their way through my chest cavity, a like a red kite against a purple sky, or a thunderstorm in November.

Someday I would like to fall in love with a girl so that I would stop drinking
The smell of her neck would be like drinking an entire vineyard
I would stop drinking because the very act of hanging out with her would be like a divine drunken sex orgy, without the drinking or the sex or even the orgy, only the divine as she lofted through the doors of my apartment balcony.

I would like to fall in love with a girl because maybe then I would stop masturbating. I wouldn’t need to, I would catch the smiles between her teeth, drain them like fine wine into a wooden barrel, let them aerate, sift through them late at night in a wine glass, call this pleasure.

Someday I would like to fall in love with a girl so that for maybe two hours a day I would think about someone else more than I think about myself.

I would like to fall in love with a girl so that I would feel something besides indifference when I woke up, that perhaps I would feel different about all the difference in the world.

And while I’m at it, I would like to plug myself into an indoor electrical socket, so that I could feel what it’s like to have a current run through me.

Someday I would like to fall in love with a girl, someday I would like to fall in love with my neighbors, someday I would like to fall in love with the human race. Someday I would like to choose to love someone instead of waiting for this act of falling to happen.

Someday I would like to tell you what heaven is like, but no, scratch that, I will tell you now, heaven is falling in love with a girl because for two hours a day at the most you care about someone else more than you care about yourself. This is what heaven is like.

But I know that waiting for love to fall is a lot like waiting for heaven to come. So let’s bring it down, lets build ladders, get strong men with burly forearms, women with tattooed in determination, lets tear the ceiling off the sky, watch as heaven falls.


Perhaps we can capture the moon,? Cut off a slice, feed it to each other when the sky turns black and the stars are hiding,

watch the way our teeth shine when it’s night and all we can see are kites.