Savage Girls and Wild Boys
Taut mouths over cotton teeth
hiding beneath gingham, breathes
pollen drawn from southern trees.
Salt water on open wounds
swallowing worms to sullen tunes
funeral marches on forbidden land.
My sun has set over greener grass, far
over the horizon, stretches seasons
of frozen fronds, thawing and
browning in drought at my feet.
For when you wake up, remember that you are happy.