the grass was too green,
sharply faceted emerald blades
that cut me down to two sizes too small,
until i felt so shrunken down
that i thought i would never stop.
and the sun was too bright for me to see
beyond my feet and that stupid,
hideously green grass,
and i turned to my darling and said,
“how can you sing at a time like this?”
but he didn’t answer
because he was too drunk on the beauty
of the world to hear me;
so i shrunk a little more,
until i was so small that i fit inside
his jeans pocket, and then he said,
“you look especially lovely today.”
and i’ve been there ever since.