Shopping List
Blueberries on the shopping lists
Stained lips,
I threw my fruits into the blue sky,
oceans eyes cry clockwise in may,
Looking to the September moon to see the writing counter the wiser woman
Oh how did it get so dark in oaky brown eyes,
Adios 1994 your Dad didn’t know how to apologize in Spanglish
I know you think it’s your garden
But your eating strawberries with blue fingers and they are singing you into the clouds,
young child you don’t have to worry about an arbitrary choice between sunsets or sunrises,
You’re the fire now watch the caterpillars burn into butterflies,
A reminder that wings coated in ash still flutter