You are the blue tangled                                                              
            mass of string in my bathroom
cabinet I cannot see where you end or
where you begin you embrace all of                                                                                      
                                             my little trinkets with your vibrant
hue and when I think I find the end of                                              
                                                                                         you you laugh at my silly idea and
lead me somewhere entirely different

when you sleep in my hands- a sweet                                                                                      
                   silk nothing almost- you deliver the
calmest sensation and I find that the more                                
I try to detach you from the little pieces
                                                           of my everything the more determined you
are to laugh                                                    

but I like your laugh it bubbles my mind                                                              
                                            so I suppose you are welcome to stay
twisting your carefree blue fibers around
my eye drops and bracelets and love                                                              

you can stay
because the blue tangled string is you