holding each

others heads

between hands

on sea level

mouth in sand

staring out

waiting for the wave to come …

oh when will they come?

oh when will they come?

you re ugly

you re beautiful

today you are it


the name

today you are it

right now this is it

you re cled in wite linnen

you re chubby & pink

you re covered in pictures

pervaded by ink

surrounded by hope-

lessness, just a balloon

as the picture book’s bursting

the hind whispers: soon.