you wanted to stand two inches above ground today and show the world what
you’ve been planting all out with your chest heart in honeydew and old tan lines you thought this was it
the sidewalk splitting your untouched baptism into clouds
of puppet strings holding each limb in front of the dark offering you answers you
though today that piece would click and we’d all decorate our eyes in your new skin sweet self
heaven sent us your fractured adolescence as foreplay learn to love a new
language in the orgasm of mystery and your feet will find steps ahead your fluid
escape for dawn will be enough to lift you lying down
