1... 2... Ready... Go
Brush my hair and teeth
At the sink in sidewalk shadows
Someone laughed at my robe
But you can't spell wardrobe
Without robe
And you can't spell war
Without wardrobe
They're peculiar sordid holes
From the palace? sparrows
Silly and yellow and triangle faced
We skipped puddles, juggling affair
And gave our loud opinions as if anybody cared
But they don't
These are letters to you
These are letters to you
A different kind of grass between
Thick and pebbled borders
Sleeping electric cords and hairs
Between my toes like pliers
We played lampshades and while faking
We??
And started pitching bullets from imaginary guns
And everyone sends their regards here
Even the boy in the lion's den
And he wanted me to tell you
That he is still signing with the losing end
And everyone here's still afraid of the dark
But I've been telling them it's alright
Because everywhere is an outlet
And it's never night
Dragonflies and gnats and their incisions in the water
The ones we batted at with parenthetical grins
And I remember when you'd laugh
The rise and fall of your stomach
And the dirt and bark all over your skin
In lakes and spitting water melon seeds
We planted a garden beneath our kicking feet
These are letters to you
These are letters to you
