watermelon of the mind
July 14, 2020
like a watermelon of the mind,
too ripe to stay on the vine
dawn is for lovers and bakers,
tomorrow is a new day that’s never been touched,
and I have a beautiful, vintage face!
no wonder the seas are below the skies:
water is heavy,
but my mood today flutters like an inkling,
like brittle petals and tiny wings
grief is orgasmic when you scar like an aspen!
Today I spoke with Carole and Papa. Carole told me she loves my humor because I don’t put on any airs. I said, “Thank you. I like to be absurd,” and she said, “You do an excellent job of it!” I asked Papa how he wants to die, and without missing a beat he said, “Chased down by greyhounds.”
I love them so much.
“I dance like a queen, and my dress is a dream.”
