how’s your mother now, sister? did she
call you home?
I saw you in quarantine
catch me a garden
through your keyhole scared of colour
it’s an open door you’re kept inside, hurry I’m coming for you

like cola you may walk
to that place we knew with the rot that used to be a washing stand
sticking sweetly to the sidewalks with
bubblegum shoes borrowed from last week’s paper
you’re little but cry so wide

we all come together, to gather up the day
what has she got hidden under her tuna sandwich?
chocolate with too much dirt
and here
a bunch of pennies, not much but they are shining

oh soon, knocked knees, we’ll be wild
ripe with puss, we’re kind of tough
so you laugh but your
soul will be shaken and whole – love me!
you’ve got a minute, you know

it’s all so inviting to patch another bit of sky
with these fluffy white squares
though it’s night and dark out but you need me so quiet now
she can’t hide behind the memory
of the wooden structure

one sweet toffee
dirties our hands and proves our guilt but
you must listen to me now
before you sell our past again
I’m here for you

someday dark shadows will give me a shove
I’ll slide down from these old emotions at last
and land in a box of powdery sadness that
tickles my eyes and memories into crying for what we
stop, right, thank you

it’s all in my mind and
I will always think of your one sad smile
so guiless in the moon
when you left
we lied, though I know why we never said “goodnight”