into my very own living room. Is it
me? My eyes are wide with wonder-
ing.
I thought I told you I didn’t want
comfortable.
(There goes my orange juice.)
Write a head full of hair out the
bathroom window. Is it orange?
Don’t strike a head full of hair
that isn’t the proper match.
Light it up a halo of honor.
Be gentle not cold. I told you
neither a steady rain nor a hand
full of a kiss.
