I ate with conviction
An earnest aperture
widened to the world.
My tonsils glorious pillars
celebrating the wholeness of things.
I let myself turn pink-like—
pink lemonade and rose petals—
So that the sunlight blooming in the windows
would feel like it had done its job.
You wrap your hands around my face
like it was a bud,
Firm—saying with your eyes
all the happiness we both feel.
I won’t cry when it’s gone.