My mind is mindful.
Yours is dreaming of bread.
I have a pink envelope.
Inside,
An illegible letter to the lusts of love,
And a silver coin.
Above my furtive seekings,
My want soaked lace,
My cutlery colored currency,
The Watcher mends His watch,
The gears gnashed, our teeth gnashed.

The hemispheres split apart like a ruptured balloon,

Miniature miracles and fog and Monday specials spilling out

like water.

Who tore my world open

for black widows, coupons, and dew?

 

I did not know the world was a water balloon

in the backyard of a playful, rogue child.