falling into eden

i forgot the falling and found myself already in love

i wanted to cry into his arms but he said he liked the rain

everything i write is broken and i am easily distracted by the sky

you have taught me how to let a good thing fall apart

i trim the roses in the garden the ones that tint the world his favorite color

blood red traces me back home

tell me of my own history give me something

to sink my teeth into a body 

of water at the mouth of the river

i do not know my own language so my teeth sit crooked on his question

i think i learned falling from the rain 

the wind taught me to write

i am all water and he said he loves the rain

i think you would love him or at the very least you’d get along

i never wanted to be you but if i had more money i’d drink too much

the sky became my god when you left me broken and immovable

maybe shame keeps me sober while the stars fall

while the whole world comes crashing

he is the reason the world’s burning can lick my skin without leaving a mark

i never wanted to be you but i am 

so i need you to come back

i need you to teach me the things you were never able to learn

i need you to teach me

how to let a good thing stay

About the Author

River Day Reid is a writer and photographer based in Philadelphia. He used to go to UArts before it closed down, and is now a third year at Arcadia. While at UArts, he won an award for a short story, and some of his work has been published with the ICA. He specializes in writing both poetry and creative non-fiction.