April Fox

We made psychedelic candy
in my grandma’s muffin tins and I drank
chocolate-flavored liquor from a teacup
from a set I got for Christmas
from a friend that I lost somewhere
in the rubble of
the past
and I found
words
again
my fingers, lit
the buzz before the thunder

You took a picture of
the cat you rescued
lying next to me
arms paws crossed
in identical directions
stretched out feeling
the vibration of the
bass against my heart

The night is barking dogs and traveling
through time
I remembered this a
thousand years ago.