I took my ribbon from the television
and I laid flat on the carpet
watched the ceiling be nothing,
then tied it to the sky.
I put on my rubber boots and took a seahorse from
the box of hopeful granola bars.
When I stepped on the scale
it tipped me an amount servers would be overjoyed with.
Overload,like that time on the microwave
when I just wanted to heat my chocolate bar
and left it in it’s gold tinfoil
but blew up blue flames
and I ate soup chocolate anyways
because the shape of something
even our hearts
doesn’t make the taste of Love any different.