If a pill comes into bed with me
Melon-colored dawn
Is liquid, grandma’s lipstick
Repentance becoming sky
I am tired of coveting
This is where I hang my hat
And kiss myself hello
This is the way it feels to lose
My vision is wind and light
Bottles and men are covered in snow
They touch their lips to a horn
Magical powers are everywhere
Fingernails, post offices
Indoor cactus spines
Everyone gets married to everyone
There is song and dance and drink
Vacant lots confess their flowers
I swallow bold colors because
So what if I have more regrets
Than birthdays I am old
For my age, I am made of water
Why do you get up in the morning