I’m sorry you dissolved like that
Those bastard equations sabotage objects
prying them from their contexts
There’s so much sadness in the world

when you want the light to be plush like a lover
You don’t think I’ve thought this all through but
I have–It’s a world of draggable edges
and malleable boundaries–It’s a word

sucked from a burned tooth
and the whole time there you are humming like
a puddle–No longer meaning anything
to your clothes–These lawless horses and
their riders turn your lemonade to teddybear

and there you are clutching to your chest
the rain and the snow