Yr Very Own Aurora Borealis

The garden of eden is a poster

with ripped corners

my brother bought it for me

its not a birthday present

it covers my only window

an over easy egg and skies of adderall blue

hide behind a velvet paradise

i can touch it

but i cannot visit

my best friend and i made a pact

years ago

we framed the same picture and hung it on the wall

we pretend its a portal

we pretend our hearts and homes are connected

we dont talk much anymore

she has a husband and a child and a mortgage payment

i dont have those things and im sick of pretending

sometimes

i stare at the ceiling

and watch the headlights of cars drift across my walls

bright and thin and fleeting

theyre my northern lights and i love them

so

i worry

one day ill wake up and i wont remember yr name

and ill stare and stare and stare

youre a missed text message

youre a memory murdered by alcohol and time

youre my best friend

youre a picture in a frame