Day 2: neighbor
day 2: neighbor
so if the sun were to purple like a plum
and you were my neighbor and short on apricots
for breakfast, because the breakfast you made
was only flakes and cream, and you joked
that all the men you've dated were breakfast,
i would ask you to forgive me for staring
at the dusk from the shadow of your chin,
the hypoteneuse on your chest just so
to invent a Crayola color so new
that i would need to circle today
June 11 as the day i knew the depth
of your fingernails.