MsAprilLove

 i have your ribcage, you said. what should i put in it? i told you i'd always wanted a fire, the kind that would fill my eyes with starlight and pump my blood full of passion, but you're made of wildflowers, you said. a fire would burn you to ash. you wanted to fill my chest with the sound of a train, whistling far away in the night; with the sound of rain smacking leaves; with the sound the wind makes when it seems like it's trying to speak and you wanted to throw in the smell of midnight in august and the feeling of sand being sucked out from under your feet when the ocean inhales, and the strange little moment of bitter

 when my sister was five, she dictated a letter to me in her strong little voice while dust drifted in the sunshine of our creaky old room. dear me [she said], barney is the best. i will wear blue all the time even though i'm a girl. my heart beats without me telling it to and that's pretty cool. i think people always feel better if you tell them you love them. i will always smile because i have dimples when i smile. love, me. "did you write it?" she asked, and i told her i did, every word with the chunky yellow pencil i'd fished out of my school bag. i handed her the letter, and she folded it up carefully and she smiled. when my s