i've been smashing all the clocks around me
and dreaming of white tall roses.
"go right to the white rose"
my oyster legs will stretch over
like a bridge
to haunt you
and keep you warm.
violent violet skies
and dusty books gathered around.
i have a garden outside my window
and i am desire
it's never too late.
raspberries on my lips
and secrets growing inside of me
like a baby.
all this love,
and my mouth blooming like a cut.