Kill the spider Monday
Choose an identity Tuesday
Collect the powder Wednesday
Power down Thursday
Come back Friday
And then
We both laugh
How very real silly is
Will I fall asleep
Or wake up
And awake is asleep
See, easy as swapping yellow and cherries
Of course
Yellow day always comes after I find you
Bright ones
Like an explosion
She taps her foot nervously
And
But It’s as easy as pie
Sometimes I wish the hole would be filled with concrete
Inside or on top
It barely matters any more
Our nation fell
Imagination barely scares us any more
Nothing left we could adequately describe as an adventure
No real blue
We walk faster
Our present
Our future
She sings and skips happily along inside me.