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sleeping pictures mounted on both sides of my bed
you’ve filled up three journals and countless poems
my shoes -
my candied shoe which carries me everywhere -
oh how you have inflated my motives
let me gather you like a long skirt
and run wildly through a picturesque field
feel you like that second right before a sneeze -
heaving chest, focused mind, closed eyes,
and lots of air inside -
i’ll take a marker tonight
and write your name on my hip
let me be your legal document
guaranteeing endless adoration
fold me and tuck me in your pocket
here’s the dotted line

pretend sand between my toes

promise of florida rolling off your tongue
thrill of planning whipping my hair
like being a kid planning what to do
with a million dollars
except this is better since it'll happen next summer
road trip you could make a tv show out of
all the right ingredients -
two lovers, parent disapproval, and limited funds
yummy combination
we'll sit on the beach
watch a sunset like it's the first one -
-or the last one
taste salty sea air on him
build sandcastles
chunk bread at seagulls
bounce in splashy waves like rubber
aahh…
i'm gonna go barefoot in my garden for practice

fun has no home

man, if i were little bo peep
i would have lost those sheep, too
sometimes you just get sick of tending
oh – and you can't tell me
the sheep didn't enjoy it, either
eating grass where they wanted
if i had long hair, i'd let it down
soil my clothes with the scars of play
hug my youth with stuttered praises
stretched out socks flop like puppy's ears
please let me have this afternoon
let me claim this sunbeam
as i write my name on it with crayon
sloppy crayon at that
if the wool of responsibility
wants to clothe me
it knows where i live 

faces look all stretched out on ornaments

rub my hip bones that poke my skin out just a bit
and i think of you with my mouth gaped open
like a fish on land
or something sad like that
run my fingers through my hair to make it wild
yeah – now i'm in the mood to remember
three days ago
tried to teach you how to wrap christmas gifts
purposely bumping hands
when you helped me with tape
red cheeks felt your silk scarf gaze
the whole damn time
don't think you learned to wrap
you still teach me a thing
or two
about love, though
i've never seen
a more perfectly packaged heart
handle with care