ghosts of strangers

there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
there are some dragons who were built to have and hold
and some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly
and some great bellies ache with many bumble bees
(and they sting so terribly)
i do as i please
now i'm on my knees
your skin is something that i stir into my tea
and i am watching you
and you are starry starry starry....


-joanna newsom