Two. Stand. Still.

My laundry is still dirty because the cat washed it,

While the plants are hanging, so are my eyes.

Sometimes, when I cry too much, I hang out my eyes

They got to dry too. The front door has a knob,

The shape of a plum, like my neighbors heart,

She wears that on her sleeve so the world can see.

Some things are meant to be some things are dead to me.

The difference between the sun and the moon,

Depends on how you look at the sky.

A fly just waved at me, my day is just divine.

Today we shall run to the desert and make love with

The rattlesnakes and the camels. The water here

Reminds me of my mom, lovely.