my vida

I cry 

at the smallest and simplest things. 

just a child -

when I felt your hymn.

and I’m wild -

let me wipe you off my chin.

now I’m high.

I’ll drink your everything.

so why, 

must I love the wind.

eyes wide -

let’s tangle with our bones.

It’s mighty fine 

to smoke on your soul.

n’ I smile, oh, I smile

in sheets of clay damp n cold.

just for a while

I felt it all - and then some more. 

so why,

must I love the wind.

I cry -

the wind.