One Flight Down by Norah Jones

crawl

i ask you
to

say smoke.
you do.

it comes out
in a puff,

between

your lips like ants
spit

out,

curling around the corners
of
the ceiling

until

lights go dark
and

turn off

with laughter.
i say it one more time, asking,

begging

you to take me
with you,
to grow up

safe

in your arms.