On a beautiful tree
I stopped to watch a bird walk by
up in that beautiful tree.
My hands groped the branches
because you're not on my tree
right now.
I can see the smiles at last
and I can finally believe you
when you tell me good things.
I throw an acorn in a direction
when I think you are
and make it go.
As far as I can.
Maybe someday, we'll make tuna melts
and sit in the same tree.
I'll even move,
if you want me to.
I pick up, climb down, and walk sideways
to our beach, where I'll meet the crabs
and have sex with the ocean.
I like your lips
even when they don't move.
Even when they don't look for me.
I think when I'm sitting at my piano
underneath my tree...
Suddenly I can play.
I've never been able to play before
and now that I can hear
the good things you say...
The keys come and my heart goes for a jog
around the field
where I planted me in the grass, 6 inches down.
I'm growing.
Uproot me.
Please.