the thought that i had
the first yawn of the day that I had.
The coming back together that I had.
The not stealing the piano that I wanted.
The rolling it up the stairs that I didn't.
That nap that I did not take.
The ice cubes that I ... wake up!
Shirley Temple. The sure temple.
Our Ziggurat!
Painted in. No tape. No son.
Remember your age,
but don't check out early.
The thought that I had
is coming back together
and I am mad at you.
I am pissed at you.
I spit at your feet.
And I want you
to cherish the Ziggurat too.
