Sun Rain

I long for car sunburns,

sleep, and spearmint gum.

I’ll move to the Midwest and use it as toothpaste.

We’ll pass of Fireball on the road

and use bumps as pick-me-ups at 5am.

We’ll never think of the rain again.



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.