My Cardboard Balcony

Blue Tea by Belinda Roddie we drink blue tea go on shopping sprees we smoke tiny pipes light up tiny lights hang them right above our beds so they heat up all our heads we go surfing on the moon we play oboe and bassoon we go dancing, we go sleep while our souls the fairies keep

Difficult to separate the child from the adult. The beanie and the briefcase. The baseball bat and the golf club. The milk carton and the champagne glass. Silly putty melting in the sun. Hot glue on a board fused to make a new porch. Puppy dogs. Old dogs. Lots of red locks on the head. Lots of gray stubble around the jaw. Smiles. Smiles.