Quick Side-Note to a Girl Who Would Have Wings in a Just World & Craigslist Missed Connection Ad for a Girl On the Wrong Side of The Lake | by Dean Boskovich

Quick Side-Note to a Girl Who Would Have Wings in a Just World 

Actions have no repercussions when you are living
in a vacuum. Some nights will carry you away

on the back of a seagull: 

If you were made out of wood you would
be a basket or a leg on a kitchen table. 

If you were the sunset you would
shine bright pink and go away too soon. 

If you were a basket, you’d be full
of all my eggs and people would ask me why

I was carrying around a basket
full of eggs. These are all I have, I would say. 

If I could do anything besides nurse my hangover
alone in this cafeteria drinking luke-warm coffee, I would be

riding on the back of a hawk over the canyon
where you’re hiking. 

If I hadn’t torn my ACL in high school
I could have been a lawyer or a doctor

or a flight of sparrows heading toward
the Rising Eastern Sun and falling to the ocean floor. 

Supposedly we know more about the universe than the ocean 
but I know for sure that at the bottom of the sea is you. 

You are one of those fish with fucking crazy teeth
and a flashlight for a forehead and hot-tub jets for gills. 

You are powered by pure carbon and hydrogen. 
You would run a marathon if you only had legs. 

You have GPS built into your fins. 
You will swallow the sky when you finally grow lungs.
 
If you were a poem you would be one that someone
else wrote on a bathroom wall. 

You create black holes when you split
a hair in a storm. If I stare into the sun

long enough I’m sure I’ll see you
staring back, or go blind in your absence.
 
And: if you curved into me
last night, on a bed without sheets,

the stars would have fallen
into the ocean to illuminate

the place that exists in between
bad decisions

and repercussions
where you and I thrive.

Craigslist Missed Connection Ad for a Girl On the Wrong Side of The Lake 

You were a dandelion petal that 
somehow landed here. Wearing 
a loose red sweater. I was the one 
lying in bed looking confused. I 
was the one who probably didn’t 
say the right thing at the right time. 
You were a bouquet of pink and 
red and yellow yarrow in a wooden 
box. You were a message in a bottle 
and I was the one standing at the 
wrong side of the sea. There’s a 
dandelion here to remind me you 
were real. We would be two ships 
passing in the night, except boats 
make me anxious and I wake up 
when you are falling asleep. I could 
have been a famous poet with all 
the words I couldn’t find to say 
to you in my fluster. You were 
an old wooden house floating in 
a tornado. You were a stopwatch 
wound for a place where time 
does not care for bread crumbs, 
golden spools, or grand pianos. 
You were a note in a melody. 
I was the out of tune key. You 
may have seen me. Would love 
to get in contact. Do you have an 
address or should I send this note 
via enchanted carrier pigeon?

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Dean Boskovich is a 26-year-old cook and college dropout living in Asheville, NC. He writes poetry when he’s supposed to be working and smiles warmly about the existence of dogs and denim. Dean hopes your friends didn’t think he was being too awkward the other day. If you wanted to, you could find him on instagram @deanboskovich or on twitter @dirtydean