OverTheRainbow

I am an enigma; forever stepping in front of mirrors attempting to angle myself in the perfect position to be loved; always making myself smaller than I seem in order to be seen.

today is yesterday’s tomorrow

full of promises that linger as the sun emerges,

a warm breeze colliding against

the soft pillowy fabric of your curtains.

today is yesterday’s tomorrow

The streets have teeth and we hold our fingers with enough space for the others and drink cider on a corner where the ceiling above us blinks blue-blue-blue onto her tonsil-pink dress and someday I hope I never have to see it in a suitca

Careful.

Careful.

Careful.

Seven 

Everything 

Everything

Everything

is a blur.

I am up 

with the sun, 

an ancient plate 

in danger of breaking 

holds pancakes 

and fruit.

I wait 

I watch. 

The earliest wakers