Rovva

The world is a kaleidoscope
and I'm peering through
with one squinted eye.
I hold it tightly
with just one hand
and I see stars.

All I see are stars
and they form a kaleidoscope.
They're right in my hand,

His hands straighten out the curling edges
and he folds it carefully in half,
then into fourths.
His fingers move, touching and pressing
and he pushes on the creases,
avoiding the points.
I sit with my legs crossed and watch

She's always somewhere else.
She doesn't want to stay put.
She wants to go outside.
She wants to go explore.
The world is hers,
and she's claiming it.
The world is there,
not tucked up in here.
She's always somewhere else.

There's no love in your stone heart.
Keep lying to yourself,
but you don't know how to love.
I don't care what excuse you have,
nothing can excuse what you did.
Keep lying to yourself.
I may be young, but I have sense.

I gotta be somewhere tomorrow,
but my head is feeling a bit baked.
This room is way too cold tonight.
Fields of soil spread bare, raked

in this night of restless sleep.

I gotta go back to work tomorrow,

White and silver feathers float over the water.
They drift together, stuck to the surface,
never free. I must pick them away
the way petals are picked from daisies.
The Earth is tucked into a blanket,