She wakes up cold, with honeybees in her ears singing an old lullaby. Advertisements
Golden haze brushes over the rooftops. The red brick steams in the morning air, evaporating the shade of night.
There blooms a fiery flower under your forehead today. It singes my lips.
The smell of lilacs drowning in the bodies of bumblebees; those wings will beat in my mind for eternity, and nothing will ever be like it.
I slip away from the empty flower beds to the back of the church, dropping a couple of crumpled white roses speckled with red blood.
Go where the birds glide under the ocean waves, they are hidden in fish bodies, missing their feathers— their means for flight. They traded them for scales when a slimy frog told them it was right; the deep blue sea was the new place to be over the wide blue sky.
Trees dusted in snow watch over you as you sleep. Your poinsettia holds onto three bright petals. The mountain winks in the background. Here in their shadow, you are small, but full of strength. Here, he runs his fingertips down your spine as pine whistles in the window. The trees are silent in their watching. […]