There's raspberry
red paint
smeared on my hand
like I wiped
the cherry lipstick off
my lips

I heard the sparrow singing

She walked in wearing
alligator
backless, silhouette
hair like a flag
blowing in the wind
and bows on her heels

Singing where I cannot see her

This is a moment in time
where I'm not sure which way
the wind blows
which way the bird flies
or ***** its wings and
where she hides, but I can always hear her