Paper Sun (Work In Porgress)

Today I slapped a paper sun
on the glass in my window
and addressed the whole crying sky
at the same time
in the most aggressively authoritative
voice I could muster

“Listen, Mother Nature,
I know that this is a rough week for you,
your Aunt Flo is probably visiting
or you watched The Notebook again
or your boyfriend told you
that yes,
you do in fact look kinda chunky
draped in the whole night sky
at the same time,
but you need to know that
today is a beautiful day
because I have declared it to be so.
I have bent your tears back
like Bible page corners
so that people remember
the last time they felt
so filled with warmth.”

Why do we,
as human beings,
feel the need to
make the impossible come true?