Like teeth in a parade,
string ice cubes across my collar bone,
so I can wait until they melt,
and sing in my sleep to you,
"Words like these,
cannot be washed away so easily,
because I've tried to wash them out,
of my hair several times,
like how I've tried to,
burn my skin,
to rid it of your fingertips,
and how I have tried to,
swallow the color of your eyes."