All Trees Are Oaks

All Birds Are Blue

In The Mountains Of A Magnet

Are The Mountains Of You

I'm Proud Of My Genius Just Like A Painter

And Dumb Like A Poet I Think

I Can Just Say It From The Throats Of Our Wrists

With Full Sets Of Teeth

Vanilla Almond Teeth

From Vanilla Almond Tea Spent Afternoons Measuring Time In Spoons

A Southern Run For A Late Longing To Drink

What's 80 Miles In Canada Or 18 Years In The Mountains

Where All Trees Are Oaks And All Birds Are Blue, Ach' Du

I Thought Everyone Was You

Where Forget-me-nots And Marigolds And Other Things

That Don't Get Old

Don't Get Old Between One June And September

You're All I Remember

But I'm A Lantern, My Head A Moon

I Married A Room Where I'll At Least Keep My Hands In Order

And What About The Air, Lying Awake.