give me a coin for the slot machine sky, I said
and she gave me the sun
and the polka dancing stars were sequins on night’s black dress
give me a coin for the slot machine sky, I said
and she gave me the moon
and the day was a smooth blue pebble
give me a coin for the slot machine sky, I said
but she had none
and the horizons stretched
and the pale desert sky went slowly mad with waiting
I met a woman once
who tore her wedding dress to shreds
and fed them to the sea
I sat on the shore
in the shadow of a rock
and watched her feed those strips of lace
to the frothing mantle of the waves
now, I sit
in the shadow of this house
and watch the air fill with foam
as the cherry feeds confetti to the breeze
Image credit: Scarlett Hooft Graafland, Mirrors, 2011
