We open and close
The windows of our legs
Like a reframe
Starting, repeating
Echoing into the light
Or the depth of the darkness
A slip taken away
Red shreds in a plastic cup
Iron out our futures
Slap us back on to
The factory mat
As we hike up our skirts
And flaunt our femme glory.

Sun is out shinin' shinin'
I remember when
I poured myself into a glass of lemonade
That then, became my title
Warm in the Chicago sun
Folding manila envelope after
Manila
Envelope
I cooked lots of
Brussel sprouts
Especially peppers
Slept on a blow up mattress
Braided my hair like I gave a ****
Drank up all the newness
And the sense of relief
And wild magic
To just fully revisit and live inside
My life has returned
In a full spectrum.

Jump from thing to thing
Little breaks in between
I calculate and wonder
I calculate and wonder
But then again **** it.