Pinwheel Doodles
Is it daring?
in its emboldened
letters on a striped
page falling sideways
into scribbles eaten up
in the margins of
awake—just looking
at cloud shapes of cotton
candy and feather
light rain in my head:
ticklish from the
inside out.
It sneaks out between lip
gloss, past discarded
bows into night, colored bright
against the daylight. Absent
minded licorice twisting
into sugared words
and saturated rhymes.
I'll have no lacy
notes will suffice,
and anyway,
it's a better dare.