You were light like tissue paper
Crackling and brightly colored
Falling in layers and tinting my space

I wore you like a dress
And never got more compliments
Though barely wrapped, lacking expertise
I stretched you out in the sun
To keep the grass from sticking to my skin
The weather’s been dry, and the dust felt unpleasant
I held you up against the rain
And invited someone under
Smiling to have you between us and getting wet

And I ruined you like tissue paper
Easily torn and crippled by moisture
Stuck to walls in pieces
The rest of you makes grotesque confetti
To celebrate whatever I have left to celebrate