creamsicle pieway

theres a hook in my back, ready to reel, pulling tugging how does it feel? stiff and sharp rubber bands twisting tighter and tighter they'll never snap and float free like fluffy pink clouds after the sudden storm in july when we lay wrapped around each other waiting for supper or the end of the day, so soft and quiet and simple and brave to be leaving and holding onto this rope back and forth always here never go. i'll write you a song will you sing along? what is it like up there alone in your room the vines all attacking and twisting and gloom in the brick building funny paint jobs. but when the rain clears you can see the tops of the mountains cold and solid and gray. i hope you remember me.

i remember earlier and later after tomorrow's catastrophe, destroyed buildings, empty rivers, frozen plains, screaming grasses, trees gone insane looking for summer and wind in their leaves instead there is just stillness.

do you know what happened?
it is hidden in waves
in a picture frame
on the wall of my old bedroom next to a quilt built just for me and my mother for my birth day.