i had time to think, like other girls --
wine in their pockets and a paperback about a seagull, from which they learned to be idealistic,
to window shop, opening more windows until the tabs were white crests crashing into their sweet tiny eyes. To have this dream kitchen, I think.
highly exotic spices in this kroger brand chai, i think.

i am already beaming angry at the left-ness; chipping diagrams, craggy music that pinches through the threshold of my mobile carrier. peak decibels. peek at my decibels, i think. get on my decibel;; until the body gets the menthols, i am sheet white, calcite chalked white, a brief spell of synesthesia...
there is no moon, i think. the moon is a white lie.

drinking honeycombs in a mirror, blushing the round soft spots of their faces, i have this like other other girls except i pray for freckles. i need canyons. i need mocha tan flavor crayons of color in me. Put me in a super8 kissing someone important to me, give me a boat dock to be filmed on as my feet are kissing the water that is important also. i will smile, i think. i will help a famous botanist find a rare wild leek that has begun fruit. That botanist is just a girl, too, i think.

lets buy filters instead of reds, in cincinatti, i say. i think i'm drowning a little when the highways become dust and steel squealing. what will make this new growth home, what will make this new gall swell, i think. i'm drinking a little with this cafe au lait

if someone covered my body in milk i wouldn't be mad about it, i think. I think about the difference between lacquer and liqueur while staring at the grass. this is brave. these boxes wish they could pack themselves, i'm sunstruck. the moon is a lie, i'm singing. im singing the moon is a god damn joke la la la la la la la la 4/4 time quarter eighth eighth quarter dot eighth eighth half eighth quarter rest.


i am become the time you have whilst waiting for an outing that is secret cancelled, like some to most girls must experience, i think. We have all been that sour wood block of a time, collecting mosquito babies and getting too warm, i think. we cannot all eat rare wild leeks all the time i am thinking, here in the time that im sure i think makes me have time to think, like other girls.