meanwhile, The Temptations

attachment theory

sleeping 
with the sun

i wake up 
in every
gold dress 
plausible

i am red eyed 
after strangers

two turtles
rock shell
to shell
on the pier

i turn 
to a pillar
of incense

i change
into 
my lover’s
skirt

now three

each 
their own
pearl
of a head

i envy 
a median
like water 

its
black
silence

i too
will abandon
my shell
some day

dive
to the other
light