without you
(the nursery buzzes), baby
in
georgia o'keeffe - type sounds
and (oh), i see you too.
you
look like santa fe:
circles on the floor,
asking (me to sing).
i
like you too, if
only
you would ask.
the kids (who) call me mother
talk
about you
all the time, turquoise eyes
and hands
like pottery barn
and
steeples,
hot air balloons
in the desert.
i'm the queen.
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