my girl is the raven, the seraph's wing
budding from an egg on the windowsill
heralding mysterious ways.
my girl is palm trees deep in hurricanes,
licked in the salt of the North Sea glowing
with the moonbeam, with time.
my girl is the taxi driver smiling with gold teeth
jewels far beyond the thieves, the cops
my girl is MARTA on time every single day
my girl is e v e r y subway on time my girl,
heh, my girl is even the unexpected text
from mom saying I love you, the one you fear
but need not, the wide open april morning the
cat balled up on your ribs, yawning for rays of sun
the mansion for homeless communists, a myth
in person, the magic beans the skeptic doesn't know
what to do with, my girl is here for me,
my girl is a key to many doors she is the key to
t h e door.