lemonade

[st. paul's wort]

reach up
touch the sky
and feel your hands
pricked by the stars
shredded by the crescent moon
incinerated by the sun

let go
turn around
walk home
your knuckles furrow the ground
the dirt strips away your flesh

come back tomorrow
and catch clouds
with your bony claws

rone
--
The finest day that i ever had
Was when i learned to cry on demand