A rush of life on the highway,
what a powerful thing
to care whether you stay or go.
I fell asleep in your sweater sleeves,
woke up an hour later
and felt like a drink.
I read your letter, coconut breath.
you were the one who watched
when I quit tucking my hair behind my ears,
who made a red room Home.
I may live in this hat,
beautiful garden mind,
one day at a time.
PLUTO BLOOMING 