Alley-way wisdom

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.