piece of sunset

She’s so

Trippin’

I’d love to see her head spin

As her lips touch the clouds of that piece

Of sky she bought on the street corner in the dark.



Her eyes run glassy to marmalade spheres, lightyears gone and

Falling like an angel from the upper east side

Of a church façade.



Her orange n’ cream glass eyes starin’ and glarin’ and

Freewarin’ into your own as she stops

and shatters.



She’s so trippin’ and her body’s rockin’ in you hands

As that expensive, poisonous sky comes closer

and closer.



She simply fell off the edge of a gargoyle, skeetered

Past its fangs, and tripped into the clouds.



Lucy in the sky, my girl with the ice cream eyes.





nadya agrawal (Houston, TX, 1991)