my body

til it’s a garden

fast forward the tape

til i’m a candy wrapper on the phone

and salt & pepper static on the screen

call me the anti phoenix

             the fallen sun

flip my feather body

to the dark side of the mattress

watch my dimples become black holes

that inhale the future

then vanish

like a raindrop on a pond

i’ll be the blank page & the blinking cursor

the bunnies

             & the salted caramel cones

             & the silhouettes of bright new words

             emerging through the vertical vanilla

and i’ll watch

as you look up

and throw your eye into the clouds like a penny

and make a wish

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