it was at the end of my grandma’s street
in Santa Cruz
it was the middle of the night but I walked over
and made a Shirley Temple per someone’s order
using the many plastic packets provided
which dosed out the grenadine and soda
which dosed out the grenadine and soda
mixing the drink outside in the parking lot
a cop sitting in his car behind tinted windows
listening to his dispatch radio
x
x
to reclaim the idea that
nothing is possible
that is poetry
I baked a cake shaped like
the queen of England’s crown
the queen of England’s crown
a duvet of jade colored marzipan spread
edges piped with edible metallic pearls
it tasted like
looking through the window of a moving train
the sun rising over a frozen field
the sun rising over a frozen field
truly I baked a cake
entirely out of
nothing
the almost sleep
feeling of having
really big
far away
body parts
that you might
drive to
the almost sleep
feeling of having
really big
far away
body parts
that you might
drive to
