whispering in a lost, secret world
always seemed like
such a pretty thought.
we float around under skies made of
bubblegum ice cream,
blue and smooth, staining our lips.
today is a selfish day.
i missed you.
ripping apart newspapers
in virtuous defiance,
let’s hide under a sheet of plastic
and dangle our feet in the lapping waves,
spray paint ourselves
and swim for the end of the world,
leaving spreading swirls of color
everywhere our intertwined hands
just for today,
let’s delight in the adobe brick flavors
and follow a desert road
to the part where people walk