Night is filled with flowers.
Like a twisted ankle this gas station
Smells like a pulled weed. Nonetheless, dawn is a torn dress
Mechanical and tumbling down a hill. Yes, of course I’d like
To go to the corner store and microwave a burrito
With you. And of course, of course, I’d shoot a couple of holes
Of miniature golf. Seriously, if I could
Taste your breath, put your nape on the tip of my tongue
And roll over
Every empty corner of this room
Emptying my pockets of elephants
And butterflies.