I scrubbed my feet clean and
braided my hair and
waited in my nightgown for you.
I am waiting to stretch my skin out over your
to smoke your sweet clay pipe and
curl around your earlobes.
I want to leave stains of poetry in your sheets,
smeared ink and other left-behind bits of me.
You’re a little shadow on the moon,
you’re coming soon to tear down all the trees and
leave me burnt.