slipping

these days i try to remember the
crooked curve of your mouth
what was your name again?
the jade sphere of your eye
give me a hint
blurred
slipping

positivity show

they built a jungle jim in our living room
and hung us from our ankles
made a skyscraper from dustpans and brooms
sending us up with security cables

and planted fruit trees in our dusty closets
collaged our calendars with shiny blue paper
punched our old clothes with golden grommets
then shot them with flashlights-
constellation makers!

and laid down the needle on a continuous track
bellowing out amplified prose
and battered our bodies with stardust and kisses
from our walkers to the flats of our noses

they boxed up the broken pieces
like a birthday party on the go
then stalked the goblins and the creepers-
positivity show