hey there bed and wheelchair
and Mother is everything
going to be rosy
after i go under your wing?
and i eat my spinach and meet
spinachgirls when i grow up and become tall and
bullstrong like Papa

i know he does everything
right it breaks my heart to see him
come home

hey there white pills with the boring red
stripe down the middle like a
Canadian flag will you with
your human body make the sky beautiful
and never say good-bye
“love-don't-leave-because”

hey there stranger-friends who never saw it happen
i'm thirsty and my throat is parched so i can't tell
you how much i care and don't care but
really i know we've set out far past the playground
on one of those pirate ships we used to make out
of paper

outside the window i see paper houses too
they float together like fish in my old aquarium
the sea is being pummeled by rain
and nostalgic motion
sauna-and-fire sparks
thunderclaps as dry as a
funeral drum

but i'm so clumsy with words
what i'm trying to say Momma is
every storm has a rainbow
at the end
and if you keep massaging my fading
body and giving me those pills
i would be like an angel