i wanna make you green

eggs and ham in the morning and

then smoke a cigarette flavored with

orange. ash it out in your hair and

watch you turn grey. we grow old like

plants wither and we don’t kiss but

our coffee tastes like sugar enough.

we gorge ourselves on pixie dust

and wet dreams and then tell

each other we cannot be broken.

we say shut up like a love song

and i play myself like a bard.

you stomp rhythm into muddy

earth and we run from the ants.

you drink to die on maple syrup

tinged absinthe and the glitter

in our hair leaves dust patterns

on our bookshelves. i wanna pull

the strings on your dress till i make

a ball of yarn. knit you a basket for

our notes and poems. rot in the

woods and drown in the lake and then

some. love you in the morning and

come home to you at night. take off

your jewelry and be blinded by gold

around our bed of roses and tulips.

i want to be yours and i want to make

you mine knowing nothing is real.