Babes, mom. I gotta look cool.
A pile of shoes sit by the front door/ fingerprints layer on the window glass/ a fridge covered in pictures and notes/ a kitchen filled with people and laughs
sisters to throw your birthday parties/ brothers to tease about their trucks/ a freezer filled with ice cream/ a kitchen table that somehow always has crumbs
i love you all like i love apple pie/ my heart is happy and stomach is full/ i count my blessings each time i come home/ each one of you that makes me whole
the sunlight pours in after the moon/ my windows are an open, endless void/ the wind floats on through to me/ i can imagine the asteroids
the music dances in my ears/ each beat is a tap and a twirl/ each note is a ribbon floating in the air/ i wear each lyric like pearls
the smell of cinnamon bursts on in/ i wrinkle my nose in delight/ my eyes, green and wide and awake/ for this cloud i’m on is light
You are all mine/ the flowers and the bees/ the petals and the stripes/ in the dirt and in the trees
You are all mine/ I’m tired of keeping track/ of everybody who stares/ for now, they face my back
You are all mine/ I need you to reel me in/ to pull me up from the water/ so i can stop drowning
Cosmo Susie 