drag jasmine across my face, eyes closed
those shoes are worn with flapping holes
they talk to me & laugh & moan
those shoes they walk with me home
my limbs are alive, free & i move with fervor
screaming, yelping praising the alder tree
in a flash i see the freckles on her cheek
but she moves speedily
& all i have left is the picture book look
I am a lie that always speaks the truth.
- Jean Cocteau"
for a slippery sea lion