horns submerged in cotton candy Â
it is taurus season.Â
and the sun has morphed into two spring cherries.
you lay in the shadow of a plum tree
your back feels heavy
suddenly
turquoise butterfly wings slice through your shoulder blade skin likeÂ
scissors through silk
you’re the tailor and the dress, the needle and the thread
you ascend into a holographic sky and pole dance awayÂ
to somewhere pink and full of stars
*
lunch with your imaginary girlfriend
pancake picnicÂ
lover’s lunch
your date’s antlers are covered in syrup.
she promises you in bleeding, sugary love letters
that when she kisses you it will be safe and clean.Â
it starts to rain and the rain smells like sunny D.
you are in love. Â
*
blue raspberry is my favorite fruit
blue raspberry angels watch over a house in the mountains
while neptune’s moons dance on the lawn.
*
volcano make-out sessionÂ
grape fanta volcano violens
snakes kiss under a sticky purple sky.
the animals and lightening turn greenÂ
and you take a drag of magenta firework smoke.
you clean your teeth with wasp venom after you touch her inner cheek with the back of your
tongue.
