We drink sugared coffee
In the bath tub
She hugs her knees
Traps the bubbles
In her fingers
Sings a broken blessing
How long now
She asks
Looking up
It’s hard to break
Her prayers and wishes
Not long
Little cricket
Not long
Her body cracks
Like plaster
Cooking in the sun
Quick sticks
Flies
Pies
Cherry lip lies
We have to get ready
For what
The push
The price
The crash
The fall
As if you don’t know
Silly
You really are quite mad
She giggles
The water rings
The plughole sings
Resting on the feet of angels
Look I’m one dimensional
She squeals
Buzzing like a paper plane
A chill creeps like mist
Glues discs to bones
We are stuck stuck sticky
Not a care to gloss over diverse
Don’t despair she squeals
Hanging out with tawny owl
It’s a terrible bore being lucid
Far more fun to sing and play
She pulls her hair
Sweet strawberries on the vine
Curtain tassels looking out
Remember our pact
To never come back
We come down fast
Like failed apostles
I remember I say
Holding her hand
We close our eyes
Sugar glowing rich in our veins
She sings
Down came the rain and washed the spiders out
Out came the sun and dried up all the pain.
