Conglomeration Vacation

Four swimming pools deep and

the chocolate is so rich its making 

me think 

sundresses.

I can spin, 

but your blind until you pick up 

your pen

day one 

day five

day twenty six

the experimental muse that I am left 

your burgundy microfibers watch me 

upon the branch I am perched.

A flower on my chest

left with the pedals in the parking lot,

my house of cards is painted green as I 

vomit while tracing the stairs with

my wet sandals

I will be a finch in a mango tree, my lips swollen 

as I think about the leaves kissing my tanned thighs 

And from your dark blue binoculars 

I can be the interest for your 

alternate contradictory conglomeration