was it a mistake 

how big 

to think that it was the moon 

but it was a cookie 

my recipe includes

7 strawberries 

11 years 

3 porches 

and two fires 

I was topless and they took my sight 

they say we’ll need you to die before Thursday 

hope that works for you

we’ll need the room

don’t assume you’ll know who’ll make it to spring

adored or unseen 

wear your sunblock 

skip rocks 

risk your soul

we know nothing