I’m in a queer mood.
The leaves make laughter,

the stars waltz into
a glimmering white stream.

Kissing is funny.
Why do we close our eyes?

Is it an ugly business?
Specks of sugar

form a hopscotch pattern
on my upper lip.

The grass throbs green.
My fingers swell

like creamy numb tools.
Am I touching you right?

Does it make you cry?
And now another feeling,

raindrops explode happily
on my skull.

I store my worries
in opaque jars.