Coffee bombs, butter earrings and midnight moths.

I remember my mother told me, to love all dead things

When the moon shines in, when the weather is just right

Our windows are dressed with cobwebs and our lights are

Pretty dim. The attic door is the color of our barn.

You know it’s time for bed, when the candles go out and

The music starts to play. And then you start to sway. Your

Mind goes to heaven while your body floats above the bed.

When I was little I wanted to be a flower, strong yet

Beautiful. I call the cracks in the walls house veins and

The ceiling fans dad. When the backyard pond turns

Yellow, grab the kayak and let’s paddle to the  WolfMoon.

Just to reminisce on the times we had before 
we were born.