clouds

pink and blue smears

go over my head

like the moon

or calculus.

i long to float up there

where i could eat eclipse and crackers

and differentiate my thoughts.

At the grocery store

In the days of our youth

The green twist ties were the best part.

So easily entertained were we

With these simple pliable toys

Laughing and forming new shapes.

Bleach blonde braids fall across my shoulders

as caramel curls caress my cheeks all for the low, low price

of my life’s savings and a bottle of bleach

His shoulders are square;

But they are not shoulders.

They are the sharp corners

Of heavily bound volumes

Whose covers are pristine.



His hair is voluminous;

But it is not hair.

It is simply a volume