Her eyes, both of them, but not all of them. Speckled around the sun burst. Secondary, the sky. It wanted to be grey but couldn’t with her around. Before that the ocean, capped in white Not safe to be in, but we did it anyway. Your eyes, too Sometimes. Only when you’re happy. -Lisa Jones
You do not have to be good Let the ice cream drip From the corners of your lips Do not blink at the way They watch you Lean in to the bench Legs open Slouched You do not have to be good Spit if you have to Ice cream can bring up Things better not left inside. Lick the cone Mouth wide, tongue out Drag its paste and Roll your eyes back You do not…