Two cups of sadistic smiles
a liter of a bullfrog’s whip
a dash of dancing barefoot,
all troubles slashed with a lightning bolt blade.
Toss the concoction into the sky,
where it festers in a raincloud of rainbows.
A mixture of you and me intertwined
like dancing goats in a ballroom.
Pigs coated with mud
chase away stray droplets of satisfaction.
I remember you used to tell me
how the raindrops were formed:
condensation of broken dreams
held together in bundles of cupcakes.
Edited by Meagan Hurd