sweet feed

i want to be a baby girl
in the window kind of way.
the honey of a ghost train
through the milk-white woods.
god if we could be the sweet
peach soft of a new stomach.
let me be pussy willow until we are
nothing but cattail burst & blush.
round as we are melon. stars 
climbing down their ladders
to paint our eyelashes. i want
my mouth to only hold plums.
even their pits giving in to my marshmallow. 
the blossoms are brief & real.
we smell like the pink beneath fingernails.
headlights turn into fresh moons.
a tongue full of brown sugar. 
tell me there is a tree with all our hair
growing from the top. i hide behind
the big drum. pound the door
to win another palm. there is nothing
that doesn't open for me. the fruit swell
eager to dissolve in me. blood 
like velvet. velvet like lamb's ear
or mullein. i leave the ground hungry
for my footfalls. all the corn,
every single color, knows my name.