I
said
you
could
be
queen
of
the
sea
she
said
or
queen
of
everything

it's
all
the
little
hairs
on
your
shoulders
backlit
by
the
summer's
sun

the
cat
so
proud
in
the
grass
there
having
just
beaten
a
mouse
to
death

portishead
played
and
there
I
was
back
in
1998
again

that
one
guy
who
looks
at
me
with
those
bright
eyes
that
make
me
want
to
hide

love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love
love

I 

considered 

the 

sun 

'cause 

that's 

'bout 

all

I 

could 

consider 

today 

when
you
read
it
read
it
slowly
in
my
voice
the
way
i
sound
in
your
ear

i
want
to
dip
my
nipples
into
your
mouth
set
myself
upon
you

he
told
her
her
mother
was
sick
but
she'd
just
caught
the
heroin
flu

you're
just
a
picture
but
I
think
I
could've
fallen
in
love
with
you

the
poem
sat
waiting
for
me
on
the
tip
of
my
tongue
old
girl

describing
a
psychedelic
experience
where
I
was
crying

I
write
poems
he
draws
pictures
he
sometimes
paints
with
watercolors

I
feel
like
giving
up
today
but
I
won't
not
just
yet
not
today

the
surface
is
made
of
layers
and
layers
it's
not
all
that
it
seems

I
could
live
in
a
treehouse
talk
to
the
animals
drink
from
the
falls

the
line
had
cut
out
but
it
didn't
matter
I
still
felt
what
she'd
said

she
ate
pulled
pork
for
breakfast
swam
in
the
pool
in
the
rain
as
yucca
watched

we
could
hear
the
crickets
see
the
june
bugs
and
feel
all
the
mosquitoes