Parading

What I first wanted to say was more fire.

You can discover a planet in a room with no windows.

the hem stitched the way you were taught,

But I’m taking the day off.

Let there be / a faint sun, a cloudy sky.

I traded that one for another and that for another

The language of my

I am

we

In storms and / at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide