She's a good girl
Born from the mouth of God
Amid a celestial bout of sneezing

She lay with me as the clock ticked
Talking softly of her fear of colors

Green ants and black turtles
Orange sparrows and red, red water

Fear not I bellowed
The night caught the echo though
And sent back nonsense for hours

Your tongue is cooked black she cried
Your hands are gray cruelty

I wrapped my arms around her shivering
Detached my lower jaw
And swallowed her back up.