Paper Cuts
THE SOUND OF DECEMBER’S FREEZING WIND HAS APPEARED ; YOU’D THINK IT’S THE LOUDEST THAT WE’VE HAD HERE IN YEARS ; I GOT YOU A PRESENT MADE OF SALT AND PAPER CUTS ; MY OWN MOLDED EMBER WITH GLANCING EYES ; AND MORNING DUST ; SPARKS IN MY PALM ; IS IT RAIN ; IS IT RAIN ; SEEMS NOT SO HARD ; TO PRETEND ; TO PRETEND ; THE ROOF BLOCKED THE WATER ; FROM POURING IN ON OUR HEADS ; THE WALLS BLOCKED THE SUNRISE ; FROM STRETCHING WIDE ON OUR BED ; REMEMBER THAT ASHTRAY ; WITH THE EIFFEL TOWER STAMPED UPON IT ; SO CORNY AND COMMON ; AND YET IT HAD A CERTAIN CHARM ; SPARKS ON YOUR ARM ; THAT’S NOT RAIN ; THAT’S NOT RAIN ; LEFTOVERS FROM THAT ONE TIME ; WHEN WE DANCED ; MARSHMALLOW DINNER ; MELTING COLORS ON A STICK ; I MERGED THE DIVISION ; THE WHITE OF HEALTH ; THE PINK OF SICK ; MUST STAY ALIVE WHEN YOU COME TO COLLECT ; ALL THAT I’VE EARNED BY MISTAKE ; BY MISTAKE; 