Flowers are toys, Bees are old boys She wears a dress like a song wears a voice A terrible choice, A girl over boy The boots of a man and the hooves of a horse Incarnate hour, Surgical charm Her eyebrows are just like the ink of a brush Needles are thin and kept in a tin Time is a wind sweeping everything clean Left in the sun without its lid on The texture is leached by the white of the sheet The bed is unmade it’s a wonderful day The curtains behave like the soul of a wave A house is deserted so nobody heard The ring of a phone, it was starting to rain Her makeup was leaking She just didn’t need it Her eyebrows are just link the ink of a brush The texture explodes so deliciously slow The curtains rejoice like the sea of a coast Bow to the host, not to the toast Glasses that sing when you rub them with skin Back is across the cheek of a rock Things live below with stomach of stone Flowers arrive they live in the like The base of a stone is a wonderful home Mountains are pure they’re never unsure They’re rocks are so old that they haven’t been sold She told me a story ‘bout how someone had hurt her Her freckly face was full of kindness and grace I love jumping rocks, it’s one thing I got I jump like a doe, I wish I wasn’t alone Help me to find the time to be kind Give me a call I want to tell you it all Needles are sly they hide from your eyes All the buckets of blood from all the fingers and thumbs Forests are free there’s nothing they need I lie on the needles listening to its beetles The scent of the worm the coo of a bird The creak of the wood everything as it should The clack of my bones the thought of blood as it flows The tremulous heart as it falters and starts Pieces of glass are no longer sharp Bottles thrown into the sea long ago Kids on the beach learning to drink Eventually tossed into the foam in the rocks Hearing a new song for the very first time It started me sobbing like it pulled something from me Listening to songs I used to when I was young Remembering friends when we all hated our beds We giggle and croon, cackle and swoon Keeping each other close like sisters and brothers I’ve been missing the past ever since I was cast And now that I’m old Now that I’m old I miss you 10,000-fold