I can hardly get through a day without tasting your words.
I siphon drops of your voice into a teaspoon
and sip on them before I go to bed.
Recently, when I wake up in the mornings I have a hard time
opening my mouth.
I pry my jaws open with the letter you gave me at
Christmastime
and find mold the color of a Galápagos tortoise’s shell
encasing my teeth like caskets.
The only way I can get them clean again
is to rinse my mouth with your laughter
or pull your words through the phone.
I wrap “I love you” around my fingers
and floss with it to get rid of the last specks of mold
wedged into my gums.
The Galápagos tortoise can live over 100 years.
One even lived to be 184,
but he belonged to a royal Polynesian family
who could probably give him all kinds of vitamins
to keep him staggering on long past his prime.
I think the reason the Galápagos tortoise can live so long
is because they live slow lives.
They barely ever travel faster than 1.6 miles per hour.
At the rate I’m chasing your sinewy shadow
I’ll probably die within the month
because doctors don’t make vitamins to prevent heartbreak
yet.
You’ve been slowly chipping away at me
with a pickax the size of a clothespin
since the day I met you.
Maybe the reason the Galápagos tortoise can live so long is
because
they spend more time searching for a pear cactus to munch on
than they do prying their jaws open with love letters
or chasing shadows they know they’ll never catch.