Tell me the shape
of the rock
that fell from your mouth,
Tell me the taste
of the soup
that changed your mind,
Tell me the texture
of the sun
on your shoulders,
Tell me the wisp
of your own hair
on fire,
Tell me the crack
you heard
as you fell
Tell me the shape
of the rock
that fell from your mouth,
Tell me the taste
of the soup
that changed your mind,
Tell me the texture
of the sun
on your shoulders,
Tell me the wisp
of your own hair
on fire,
Tell me the crack
you heard
as you fell