Wooden beads surround violet candies,
Large and small on the thinnest of navy threads.
You are flying a kite in Kalamazoo–
Searching for spaces to move about.
Spin the globe and it spins back!
Are you a skeptic of all things fearful?
You are not original
But here is my number.
You are racing around the world–
Sister let it go
From the bottom up;
This is better than it feels.
Trucking over past and present–
Conjuring a rigid, porcelain death.
This winter in New York is overrated,
But this tent is perfect for us.