You see the flower's form leak into itself. A self.
Some things in America still make sense.
I open my junk mail, Disney red. Your family.
Liquid uttered out into the night freezes
your dreams undone. Veracity leaves its whispers.
Make an orchestra instead. Every bitten breath
Slower & slower & then, for one/
Whole month, it spun so fast/
It was impossible to be jealous/
Or afraid or lost. Pants flew/
Off of strangers. Lapdogs floated/
Away, zigzagging across/
The sky like balloons.