Erased, a little jumpy

Red and yellow and real

Give up on those dreams of shag carpet

Winged nylon, dogs with your sisters’ eyes

There was more than one reason, but we don’t talk about it

Priced so low you’d be crazy not to

Sing phones, sing branches, sing sip and sigh

Feet pace the block in soundless song

The wind’s not an oven yet. Give us the sun

Give us the drumskin house on a flat lawn

Banner and cellophane, your head curled on my chest

I would be crazy to stop now, crazy to rest

For this water currents over what were lungs

To suffocate my stillness. I would have eyes again

One day soon, when my ship comes in.