You sit, clean and tall,
orange on red, covered in maple leaves,
bold against the blue.

I carve you from the inside out, pull out the seeds
and toast them.
I cut a smile (no toothy grin),
I make your eyes wide and suspicious.

She trails sheets, blue sneakers peek,
his hair’s both black and red.
Here flutters a missing golden button,
two threads loose.

I breathe, leaves dance, you breathe.

Orange whitens brown, an inward fall:
Algae Air, you’ve won.
Cusp and creep, curl and cull,
we melt together.

Her halo is aluminum, her wings tin foil,
an angel gauzed in wax.