one day, maybe

one day, maybe
we will live in a trailer home

maybe it will have wheels
and plastic seating

i think
we could keep a lot of cookies
in the cupboards and invite

strangers over for tea

poured into halloween orange
cups and saucers, maybe

you would have a beautiful brown suit

maybe you would make rabbits
out of lego, maybe

you would make our christmas tree
one year

from tin foil and hairclips
with real popcorn strapped on to it, maybe

i would cover you with so many presents and crayons
on your birthday that you could barely
sit up in the bed

maybe someday
we could live in a trailer home
and wheel around

our love

like a marching band

enchantment

my mom is a pixie
born from the enchanted forest
you should see her

all sparkle-eyed and high from breathing

she is on a trip around the world
and i am proud of her

candy factory

we stood at the candy factory
this weekend

and watched them make
candy canes

stretching out the limits of sugar + water
into blood and golden threads

it was stupendous to behold and
i am thinking

i would like a new career
as a candy maker

i think i would be finally

sated

french fries

i want to keep these french fries as pets

with their little mustachios and their
skinny antlers they look like

they would be good fun
frolicking in the park

or scaring the shit out of people
when you took them, wriggling
and speaking with thick french accents,
out of

your pocket

pink feathers

this is my most excellent friend
mumbles

i call him that because *sometimes*
he mumbles and other times

he says the most exquisite and beautiful
things

he is a kind of transcendental
warlock

only he is
real young still

licorice all sorts

these are knitted licorice all sorts

stop it!

they are so pretty

it is hurting me!

little deaths

little deaths don't frighten me
as much

as big deaths

do