Lightning Cloud, Thunder Storm

I am a believer in returning

Earthworms to the soil

I’ve been known to catch flies

With my bare hands

And release them in the wild

They cut down the tree across the street

I can stay at a friend’s house

On a relative’s couch

Somewhere in a field with you

Kiss me in the Poetry Section, Honey

I just wanna cul-de-sac

Where I can roller-skate at

And my chastity belt

Is decorated with glass beads

I am ready to see you again

I brushed my teeth

Lightning cloud, thunder storm

I like knowing that what my

Feet feel like in socks

Is what your feet feel like in socks

Because we wear the same socks

We are mimicry on the forest floor

You are a matchbook

I am a door

Lightning cloud, thunder storm

Lightning cloud, thunder storm