J.Crew, sushi, & my shrink on speed dial
Fueled my anthem, "She's a rich girl,"
With a light sorrow,
Today. Tiny fists pummel the cherubs
That cruise this ashen noon. This is
Par for the course.
Plus everything that kills you softly
Melting into heavy, wavy traffic.
It is misting on the mountains
Greener than lobster eggs in my heart.
Naturally, it is snowing in the cafeteria
Where you live & I am just this
Tear-stuffed piñata for your love
& every session every thing you say
Has me sleeping in clouds of fire
Like the sun.