Can you squeeze the sun into a lemon,
a lemon into a coffee bean,
make lemon taste like peach?
I have met peaches—
tasted a bitter one
Parents gift us limbs and their exile
Estranged from our names,
we grasp for the handle
of the cloud,
where they came from
There is a word behind the bar
she squeezed her ink
into coffee
and made Lemon—
into her name
and blazed black
a lemon into a coffee bean,
make lemon taste like peach?
I have met peaches—
tasted a bitter one
Parents gift us limbs and their exile
Estranged from our names,
we grasp for the handle
of the cloud,
where they came from
There is a word behind the bar
she squeezed her ink
into coffee
and made Lemon—
into her name
and blazed black