molds

i poured the old planets 
into shapes of sea shells.
we were soap making all night.
fingers like luna moths.
everything as lavendar as i've always wanted. 
let me be the sarcaphagus that washes your hair.
make me wild & purple. i'm filling the vessel
i've been given. disciple-waiting to emerge 
a daisy or a skull. then, curled caterpillar. 
each of my burials as fountains.