Why did you teach me to talk
and learn all these cloud colors,
memorize, you insist, firmament
and all pearly variations, pinkish.
While sleeping, must I speak so much
and makes lists of words that I may have forgotten
and worry over triangular shapes of earth and cloud?
Tonight the sky crawls all shy, mom,
& that hill still looks like a volcano,
only small,
like my little toe here!
