Torn paper became the spoons in the kitchen
Olivia the fish splashed through your hair
You set them free
Immersed them in the kitchen sink
Among soap suds and bread knifes
Torn paper became your chocolate birthday cake
Orange peels and paper plates!
Left town the very next day
Be carful of your eyes as they grow dry
Watching Olivia
Olivia this is your twin
A hundred red helmets have set you apart
Live your life as if pigs pirouetted
And told bedtime stores to their children
Bring in the trash cans from 2 days prior
It was curtains closed
Torn paper became curtains closed
In your kitchen windows
In your looming office
In the ways you were feeling
Blue eyes
Closed tight
Held up the sky
Britain this decade was infancy
Light was the stan of your skin
You Olivia, child of a white mother
Thought you’d turn coal black
Still weren't the flashlights enough to light your path?
The walls in this house fell wile I was sleeping
And in my dreams they were a choir singing.
