I carry an orange cake
On the Chicago red line
Train
Flowered 8 dollar little dress
Director kicks
A bag packed to snuggle and be with you
You said "can't wait"
And I'll send a car when you wrap.

Heart eyes
Heart eyes in my eyes.

I'm temperamental
I feel things I think
Zelda Fitzgerald
Woulda been real proud of
Floating and drifting up and down
I cater my feelings into a well
Of my own scrutiny
I cast spells and light sage
And it brings me the most peace
I've found in a long time.

I don't know where to step
In any regard
But I place my limbs on the colorful dots
With gumption
With ease
And an incomparable
Veracity.