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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