morning strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun & nobody to munch on it with a kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat a kiss about chocolate when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year a kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs i remember how we spent our days together we had picnics with the dolls on a red-and-white-checked cloth in the garden ate off their china tea set drank homemade lemonade from seashells we filled the birdbath with rose petals and watched their reflection on the water we painted our faces with rainbows and wore giant heart-shaped rings and wings of gauze we went to the library and read books about baby animals searching for their mothers we sang songs of tiny stars lambs cakes she a purple black african-violet-dark butterfly and i a white moth what shall we do all of us? all of us passionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth our mushrooming brains our watermelon hearts wish on everything. pink cars are good, especially old ones and stars of course first stars and shooting stars planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars wish in tunnels holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground birthday candles baby teeth i lie awake in my bed in the tower room my cigarette becoming ash the moon looks too big like a belly full of blood i lay on the bed in the dark touching the bone basket of my ribs the bone bird of my hips
