glass balloons

i fill my fragile with a shout & a knife.
come see my rooms of electronic vases. the orchids
you bought for me to kill. every color takes a brief case 
& runs & i am left with a birthday cake & a pair
of binoculars. the circus burned to the ground
years ago, i am looking at a landfill. riding the train 
with a window seat, i watch as even the trees
put on skirts. being beautiful is the most 
contagious gender. i sometimes buy marbles 
just to swallow. third fourth & fifth eyes.
the world blinks back tears. i am tying a string
to a salamander. i am walking in the orange night.