Wouldn't you like to stumble across something great
that makes your breath turn cold
and your skin peel back
just a little

And wouldn't you just be smitten
with gusty winds
and pearls
and another holy trinity to believe in

Tonight I wanted to tell you something
but I let it slip away
like cat litter
through buttery fingers
leaving globs of grainy
half-digested dragonflies
and that smell
to remind

Wouldn't it be nice
if Paris weren't so far away
and those empanadas were just a bit
sweeter...