brook house 2

By Raundi Moore-Kondo

I feel your confusion
It sits on your head
like forgotten sunglasses

You are more blind in the sun
than a snowman

I melt into
wicked witch,
at your feet

Reaching up to you
with fingers of kettle steam

Wishing I spoke coal
Or rock salt
Or silk hat
Or Magic 8 Ball

Wishing I had a
candy heart

Wishing I was part
Blow torch
Marshmallow
Or kerosene

Wanting to take you with me

Begging you to come along

Be a puddle with me

Together we could have been an ocean for so many

I will try again, tomorrow
when become
cloud, again

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