violetettes

when i said i was thinking about that night

i really meant i was feeling about that night

feeling how it was a boat on that bed

after kissing in the crow’s nest

and spitting up seawater overboard

flat on our backs and filled with salt

spouting drunk as bottlenosed dolphins

how now i can’t stop feeling about water     

and you??? you’re water and gold

i’m rereading omens and rewriting omens

did you get dressed up for a Sleaze Ball in

your parallel place? did you fall in love

with everyone older bigger bolder and on

mdma am i dreaming dreamed dreamed

i met your padre who kissed my burnt hand

i thought it was you grown old and i worried

and squirmed but i had fallen asleep feeling

your gold is 
so good

to be a girl is

this important?

do you know how it is walking by the road where

the cars pass you being swallowed by ivy around

your ankles being small dying to yowl a something

that makes the most sense to sing imagining more

mystery than there is under the bridge at the river

imagining more mystery or is it just enough with a  

beautiful beer can winking at you on the river bank

and a young hispanic couple getting their exercise

together in the distance no one can see you now

singing to yourself and being small with river sand

soberly under your sneakers empty handed