1... 2... Ready... Go Brush my hair and teeth At the sink in sidewalk shadows Someone laughed at my robe But you can't spell wardrobe Without robe And you can't spell war Without wardrobe They're peculiar sordid holes From the palace? sparrows Silly and yellow and triangle faced We skipped puddles, juggling affair And gave our loud opinions as if anybody cared But they don't These are letters to you These are letters to you A different kind of grass between Thick and pebbled borders Sleeping electric cords and hairs Between my toes like pliers We played lampshades and while faking We?? And started pitching bullets from imaginary guns And everyone sends their regards here Even the boy in the lion's den And he wanted me to tell you That he is still signing with the losing end And everyone here's still afraid of the dark But I've been telling them it's alright Because everywhere is an outlet And it's never night Dragonflies and gnats and their incisions in the water The ones we batted at with parenthetical grins And I remember when you'd laugh The rise and fall of your stomach And the dirt and bark all over your skin In lakes and spitting water melon seeds We planted a garden beneath our kicking feet These are letters to you These are letters to you