we paused to breathe, occasionally.

i wrote in a frenzy/your address burned on my arm/we licked stamps and counted on the postal exchange/the inevitable drop of a red flag/my bare feet running down the driveway/weather too warm, eyes too blue/everything we did swam in translucent words/a downpour of words/there was a drought, and we had long prayed for rain/i stole forty-two cents for you/it’s not ideal, i apologized/not now but soon, you replied/music can be like perfume?/there’s a cloud around me under this flat, blue sky/the sun’s too dull for my taste/your taste, too…you bet it all on chanel no. 5/(they say it smells like night)/you might lose, but the stakes aren’t too bad/tomorrow the sky will be faultless, fragile/let’s not move there–holly golightly says it’s vague/and vagueness marched out of style on a crisp friday  night/(it may or may not have dragged its heels)/we’re not sure; we’re still waiting on witnesses to verify/there’s green gleaming on my finger and in your eyes/also, green here and there in my quilt/i bring it back home to feel home/it’s not my room anymore/this is yours, i stole it/i’m sorry, i simply do not like shiny shoes.