i remember daisy chains, and neon
something was blue, and shimmered with light
green and holy yellow.
hanging from the ceiling she was there and flirting with me
when her butterfly wings blinked at me, she seemed to
always float
a few feet
above
the
ground
i remember a white baby turning
black as his wetnurse.
i saw him throw four hundred thousand yellow marbles
for the one
that came out
blue, i
saw the Merciful God of Murdered Children;
i saw ash grey tree branches and their lip pink bundles of spring
settled on the ground like
severed limbs;
i remember
how the rain
would fall from her thumbs and the does would run
to her for water.
i remember how
she always seemed
to float
a few feet
above
the ground.