a third of the world's bird population
lives in my hair
reclining in palmistry.
my scalp is ecuador
& i claim it for your own.
when in mirrors,
do as mirrors do.
it's easy,
or at least as easy
as you want it to be.
just smile & wonder why you can.
wait,
let me start over.
we were discussing birds
& how often it seems
that the tongue
has a mind of it's own.
or was it lavender
& how the soul seeps
into glistering light
& your own?
there are too many things
to describe & i'm missing letters
amongst my words.
would you marry me in turqoise
when the deepness
of another winter approaches?
we're all texting backwards
as to better get the point across.
& the night is mysterious
from daylight's point of view,
always approaching,
but never really here.
later remembering this
i'll go plenty mad. |
Submission Name: reclining in palmistry
