"daisy chain"
marbled gold+red
yellow eyes
shriveled peach tree
dotted white linen says, "it's a season."
no one prances like i do.
no one breaks like i do.
don't take opportunities
anymore
to bake pumpkin seeds
or leave the door open
screen-door shut
let God into my home
as the smell of fire, or good food
i want to be humbled by the scent of the Spirit
and bury myself in foreign coffee
or learn to build with my hands
things i dreamt up with my heart
