talking to your plastic cups
swallow your pride
swallow your spit
don't you choke on clean lungs
to think of air
back inside a water gun

can we be a summer night
cuddle in a homemade thought
plagiarize our favorite shows
eat with bugs
and sleep with sheets
and in between
just in between

careful smooth visage
formulating broken slivers
keep a syllable tucked inside
the roof of tongues
and in your teeth

make a metaphor
to bring us back
to where we were
when things were just
butterflies