The people on the train do you think they can see it how I’m
encased by lemon skin on my way to see you soft yolk split
expelled from the center I am the amber milk drip of shucked corn
left alone honeycomb I am ginger root
sliced infused and set to flames I am turmeric dust weeklong stains
gleaming across nailbeds I am animal yellow tang ghost crab this
banana slug this firefly bulb times a billion I am pineapple cut
maple pollen powdering every atom of air I am uncoated cheddar
with oven bubble I am warm I am ground saffron boiled trickling a
liquid self on a dome of rice I am Mendel’s peas I am neon I am N
Q R and W the fanned pages of ancient books I am that glimmering
breeze suspended I am cake I am pats and pats of butter I am the
stretched mouth of a hot spring in a national park
flesh of a smiley face I am the color released when chimes sound when
glitter cascades when lava leaps I am firecracker bursting from
daisy orb I am nibbled medal trophy shine I am melody
whistled to sated ears I am Parachute’s fifth track I am the barley
between a west wind I am everything that startles and stuns like the leaves
suddenly switching to autumn gold you know on that first frigid morning when
you stop to watch your breath I compete with the fucking sun and I win