pickle jar

i wanted to keep the day intact 
so i wrapped it in tissue paper
& bled on it like a ritual stone.
when you pickle a tongue
you brush it in salt. it stung 
all day as i tried to talk about
forever in terms of air. you wore
the snakeskin wedding dress 
& i wore a shawl knit from bird eyes.
i see the whole world & it is
a blueberry. kissing in the pocket
of a greater god. do not tell me
anything about forever. i know
we are going to be pesto. i know
we are going to grow cucumbers
& drown them in goosebumps.
from inside, i hold my breath.
count to ten. try to accept
my fate as a believer. processed cheese
in the fridge. melting a slice 
of perfect. let's keep this going.
don't rest. stay up until 
the sky is a shriveled raisin.
ripe plum. pluto without the god.
i'm trying to have a lovely disease
instead of this fickle one. 
there aren't enough fish 
in the sea. there is only one
& it is you. we saved the day.
we sealed the lid. you called me 
"beautiful" & i didn't jump 
from the roof.