Beautiful, beautiful day
The whole world is contained in this blade of grass, see that ant, she's a little girl in a white Easter dress screaming gleefully in the park, she climbed a tree skinned her knee, tearfully refused her mother's arms, chose a cookie instead, frosting shaped like a tiny chick, if you had to kill it, would you still eat it? and someday that girl will be fumbling with zippers in the backseats of cars, steamy windows like gauze curtains between love and everything else, little moans and hurts that again mommy can't cure, o thank you jesus for this most glorious day when sunshine took my virginity and the clumps of dirt are every dream that's still tangled in my hair even after I cut it all off I couldn't cut myself away from him, not even with tongues, my dreams ended up in his mouth, I guess, and that makes me giggle a bit grass surrounds my toes and I remember at least they will be safe, my heart will break like skin over knees but my toes will be safe in this world full of worlds and I wonder if they think about me when they sleep, I wonder if he remembers the time I asked him to take me to the moon and he complied, worlds are still worlds (though words not words they mean nothing) under starlight.