willow tree don't you remember me?
hidden beneath the captains bed you
sing until my skin is clouds about to storm.
baby cabbage blue and church
points up showing us
a lumpy face licking his lips.
with you my eyes sink
far below perfect vision like
reading a crystal display at four am
it's coming for you, lions' glares,
you are in a foreign car outside.
you are waiting to see my shape
at the open front door. oh, peppermint tea,
don't you remember me?
I think that I'm just how I used to be.