when the sun sets and dinner is done after my bath and brushing my teeth lay down with me and read me a story white horses and saltwater old cowboys and bullfighters make me believe the unbelievable that you made me and you love me that I will wake up and it will all still be here
on one leg like a pink flamingo this great dollhouse of consciousness thatched with hair and whitewashed linen armor against the sword of the sun
isn’t love as unlikely as airplanes? Papa, why do we exist? You know but you are not telling me Can we go riding tomorrow?