over there on the bedroom floor
where we left it the night before
the passion sprints
toward a longer hour
our intentions insistent on making it deliver
into // out through
a window
a door
a dog
a magic wand
no one knew the obvious fantasia
no one knew it could be so tangled
rambles of rambles // speak up or no one will hear you
speak out or no one will care
remember mama superior is only one kinda prayer
she who has no sons was seen standing in her underwear