EARTH

Earth,
One of those places with moss hanging dramatically from tree branches
Dinner mood with the lights low
Please, get this hair out of my face,
Parrots shake their feathers but I don’t know why I was born here
Where water is given to flowers
And flowers are given to things with tails
Up above in the leafy canopy
Lips on the top of the rim of the glass and,
The higher you climb the more your legs hurt.
Earth,
Never enough
How could a round thing be?
I came over for dinner while the moss hung low
And the waterfalls shook as if being born was not all some gigantic waste of time,
Flowers tied high above for the parrots
Their green tails like leaves
I put my lips on the rim of the glass and,
Going up my thighs hurt
But you moved the hair sweetly out of my face.