I Gave You My—

carefully folded, swooned, postpartum posthaste— my letter to you, I gave— curious, you said uncanny you said the color of my eyes in this light is a different shade of green said you don't eat meat but you wear leather outside the birds & inside the sun on the chair & my thighs spread & stick to the plastic & you said you loved it & the ampersand & my swoon silently inside my skirt & the ochre on the building changes to umber in the light & the tree outside is bare & I am, my foot inside my slipper my toes curled behind & ow & yes & some days are sunny days & some days are