I ravaged racks of wedding dresses.
Looking for one to replace my mother’s.
I wore hers out in the rain
And ruined it with mud.
I snapped the spaghetti straps
And tore the hemline with my father’s yellow galoshes.
Running through different realms,
I was a queen and there was a king.
I was an empress and there, an emperor.
I ruled with dead leaves,
Rusty bars, and my
Gliding side to side on my blue swing,
I was riding a dragon.
In the sky over quilted patches of Earth.
I tore the templates from the ground and mended the dress myself.
I rode into the clouds
And married the endless void.
10 years old —
Knew I’d be a runaway bride.
I went to an estate sale.
A woman was selling a baby blue guitar.
“It’s yours — I’m moving to Aruba.”
And off I went with baby blue in hand.
As Blue as an Aries,
was the name of the band.
There was a boy in navy blue swim trunks playing in a South Jersey blue hole.
I blushed at the site of him — pink.
I put down my guitar and started to paint my hair shades of blue.
Streaky and soft,
like watercolor ink.
I found a man in orange,
offering me warm bearded kisses.
I didn’t want them but I was cold.
“This could be a good move for me,” I thought.
I went to the bathroom to wash the paint out,
but the whole room was blue.
I lost my grandmother’s ring.
The one with the rose quartz
and silver wire wrap.
I’m kneeling on my carpet
looking for wet spots.
I’m always picking up and putting down
such odd flavors.
And rotting gums
Lions and witches
Lessons learned from not writing shit down
Lessons learned from lightning
There’s a nice sea breeze
in the middle of the city.
I haven’t seen a seagull in 3 days,
but I found my seashell necklace.
I thought I lost it in 2013.
My hair is blue now
It looks dreamy, dreamy, dreamy
If you run your fingers through it
you will find starfish
and rough sand.
You can take the mermaid out of the ocean,
but you can’t take the ocean out of the mermaid.
The Big Dipper shook dust off; onto my skin.
Made me a beacon in a constellation of people.
I am one of everything
and everything is one with me.
I’ll never wash off the glitter again.
I threw out Temperance in a large white garbage bag.
The Hanged Man jumped in.
I held the flower flag of Death
and waited for them to be crushed,
but Temperance had other plans.
She slit open the bag from the inside
and all the trash spilled out with her.
Filthy, she ran into the woods.
The Hanged Man remained blissfully at rest
in his dirty tomb.
I was Death
and searched for skulls on the dirt road.
I ate chocolate covered flowers,
and felt the divine.
I left with more questions
I was stung with twilight.