I find myself
meowing
and mooing 
and making 
milkshakes 
in the morning. 

I mimic 
monkeys
and mothers
I mocked 
who knew 
that mammoths 
jump over
the moon
in monsoons
and married
men who move
mountains
and mulch
so mulberries
and magnolias
can bloom
among marigolds. 

Dada
is magic
and muscle
and mooring. 

I know
your reach
and wings
flap my name
but your mouth
is my muse
and the day
your lips meet 
I’ll be a meteor
mesmerized.