Days when the rooftops on houses reached
up only to our waist grooves. Our sighs
toppled wheelie bins and oven doors.
Days when the stripes of a power line were
draped distinctly against the horizon.
When the nihilism was warmer than
the sun and our eyebrows weren’t
afraid of the deluge.
Tickle me turquoise, and let
the marbles scatter over marble floors.
Remember when tupperware tucked
up our secrets. Remember when cardboard boxes
clamped our compunctions. I do,
I remember what it felt like to balance
pearls of rain on my forehead.