My Perfect Day Would Begin

I was willing to share my dinner with your skin.
Maybe it’s a laid-back birthday, a reflection
of all you’ve accomplished, a tabletop vignette,
an indoor garden for everyone to enjoy together.

A home that gleams. A fast, easy shine. Gasps

of your postal code. In Iceland, they’re rocking the
anchor, the notion of compromise, a sultry warmth
no matter how you sleep. My dimples speak volumes
from abroad. It’s humid in Taiwan—dreamy, bold.

Discover your mermaid glitter, daily kickboxing,

a multistep routine, morning and brighter looks
for a while, the sexiness that creeps on the street
to ask what I know. When I want to feel power-
drunk, I paint a cascade of glitter, Sunshine.


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