Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

when you got too tired to be chameleon and your colors wouldn’t turn. you can’t bend in the ways you did when you were young. this year’s in like a lion; they’re out hunting lambs. he played a joke song when the app asked, “join a jam?” if you’re looking for flowers you’ll have to be patient. this closeness awakening powers long latent. she’s speckled with chowder; his jacket filmed in dry mud. the laughter’s incessant, just a loud mess of love.