When all else fails,
cover me up in literary magazines,
filled with screen-print photographs and short stories.  
Light me up,
fill me up
with egg center yellows and humble rosemary greens.
Let her words, pained and smart, come out
of her mouth,
dance across the dashboard,
(eyes cast downward)
and onto my tongue.

When all else fails give me a light rain
and an intermittent run.
It's okay if it's overcast, but let me be sunshine.