I’ll surrender all judgement
Turn you into a poem
Splay you out on the table
And examine your organs,

I’ll ask how you’re doing
Shine the light on your face,
Dismiss all your answers and
Then come back for more.

I will write you a ditty
I will make it sound pretty
I will make it too cryptic
I will rob it of logic

And if you suspect
That you are the subject
I will go into hiding
So you won’t know the score.

I’ll break laws of physics
To see the look on your face
I will thank you for leaving
My life with a push

And a shove–if I see you
You won’t see me, blinded
Without knowing that each moment
Births the moment before

So think of me roughly
And think of me softly
Just think of me
Often, as I’ll think of you

You gotta hand it to St. Laurent
Her ice caps are brutal
Her ice caps are brutal
But her water’s so blue.

Written by Iris