grass-bruised knees sting, there's warmth
hiding between gingham sheets
sticky kisses and daisy chains
the silver casio runs
i watch bluebottles die on the windowsill
pearly, tarnished sky, i dangle my legs from the chalky frame
silver crescent moon, you, harpoon of the universe
the willow trees converse, you play music in the shower
scrawling out the melody, i've heard it before;
eyes, lips, eyes, lips, nose, lips, eyes
the flies turn to dust
