Paper Things

we are messy tired hearts
that fall into unmade beds
and for the very first time we are happy
whole paper people
the difference between now and then
is that now i don’t care that i am different
found without a church
fancily forgetful and magical all over
i still believe in love
the earth as it spins on its axis is my cosmic record player
my favorite song is the one the earth plays for me
white noise ocean wave caps
noisy squawking birds
the creak of the earth as it turns
that’s the thing about never sleeping
is when everyone is finally quiet
she whispers her secrets to you because you are listening
and the world is our confession booth because none of us believe in god
at least i never have
i think one day the universe got so fed up talking to itself
it exploded outward into everything that has ever existed
and i think that’s why we never bother with being quiet
everything is always continuing that conversation with itself
everything is messy and tired and found without a church
paper things
making noise

Coral Robinson was born in Long Beach, California and was raised in Bend, Oregon. She is a creative writing major at SOU, and when she is not writing she likes to enjoy the outdoors, daydream, and pick up a multitude of creative hobbies.