I want to live
in the forest
build a doll house
cedar chalet
surrounded by tulips
and fireflies
crochet blankets
the color of coffee
and emeralds
lick marshmallow
creme from a spoon
and teach rabbits
how to read.

When my forest becomes
black and cold and
wet I will slip
into a field and
kneel in the grass
rinse my hair in
rainwater
and
drizzle
aloe vera
on my shoulders.

When I die they
will bury me
in the moonlight
dig a grave in
a strawberry patch
and lower me
as Billie warns
. . . don't say a word
don't break the spell . . .

9/19/87