bonne maman

6:05 am sun
caught in our room 

wet beams/orange bricks 

textured shadows
flat envelopes
glass dust light

the alley

my mind spoons out a map

of my grade school's playground

like apricot jam

and I fall back asleep

dream a party
where I'm dressed as
partly cloudy

my face painted
dappled blue and white

when I wake up again

the sun is higher, normal

making starburst patterns on the bricks

the windows bubble like
fish eye lenses