birdcage with balloons

give me your gusher submarine 
& i'll raise you a goat on the moon.
i walk outside & there are
torando warnings. the tornados each
have instagram accounts 
& they are on live with their hunger.
i have always been shy about
posting a severed tongue. the truth
is a place we all grow ghost peppers. 
i have no water to spare
only whatever spit i can conjure. 
getting a tattoo from a crow,
he suggests we take shelter & i ask
"what shelter?" the parking garage 
where we kiss is marked as a storm refuge.
i imagine living out of my car again.
"things could be worse" is my religion.
come though. let's pick out 
a birthday cake. let's plant in it
a field of roses. did you know 
roses have their own dating app?
no pictures are all, just favorite lines
from love poems. they are hopeless
just like i am hopeless. do not ask me
how i am doing, as me what i have
burned today. ask me where i plan
to run. my knees pop out again 
& i don't put them back. become 
my own little rag doll. someone please
braid my hair. that is a silly thing
to ask. i have no hair. at least, 
not on my head. it's all on my legs.
taiga forest. wolves run there.
the snow doesn't visit another year
& another. when did we arrive 
at dystopia. this is a time for dinosaurs.
a time for birdcages filled with balloons.
do not waste the sunset. help me steal
a piece to eat. i am told it tastes 
like peaches & cream.