there was a blanket made of rust
spread on the couch made of stone
that was when i had no flesh
back then i was made of glass
and my bones were made of blood
you can imagine how ridiculous i looked
but that's how things were
i watered the plants
he picked the weeds
that evening, i developed a callous
on the insides of my palms
the glass melted away
the blood hardened and i was born
the king gave me his crown
the water turned to vapor
there was an orange light on the wall
it reminded me of your whore
and the way she talked about Vermont
no, i have never been to Vermont
no, i have never seen you as an animal
no, i have never been alive before
you are softer than the sound of the shofar
when i woke up in the rain-stained parking lot
and saw your knees in a puddle
there was a blanket made of teeth
spread on the couch made of sand
how was your trip to Vermont?