an orange skyline, ultra-thin and sleek
i take my mother’s scissors and hold it
in my hands. it weighs as heavy as her love.

a chrome red road, glittering and smooth
we run to familiar shadows, familiar monsters
after all, their footsteps sound like love.

an azure getaway car, rumbling and ready
i give you the scissors and you hold it
gently. it becomes water in your love.

a yellow streetlight, bent and rusted
under its pallid color, there’s no monster waiting
after all, could there be fear when there’s love?

an evergreen tree, still and quiet
the car has stopped in a field of wildflowers
sunrise has come and it looks like love.