no red cloth

is this what the light is supposed to feel like.

my feet are cold and I'm hungry

I put on piano music when I am alone in my room
because we all know that it is beautiful.




when I close my eyes I imagine my bed as a raft

in the open ocean.

my bed is draped in black blankets and blue scarves,
it is a blessed gypsy wedding

me and the sea.




a love of my life is leaning on one corner.

her feet are mysteriously dry.

burnt yellow light through my flat glass clouds
and the ocean is calm, as I picture it to be




I sit crossed-legged in the very center
because I believe the water is cold.

cold, salted, and shining

from her voice on the edge I hear her say
a lot of people imagine this

it's comforting.

and the scarves in the weddings are supposed to be red.




I push her in.

I'm trying to be funny

she hits the floor and screams