Polyphony

The name on the board is yours, until the letters come into focus and I realize my eyes were unfocused, the word was "human."
Let's rose today, let's daffodil yellow today.
I dictate to you as one of
us tumbles,
down stairs,
in the dead of night,
in an eviction night dress.
Let's rose today!

Pretty pictures of someone smoking are supposed to change when you see their ashtray, overflowing, you realize others would think this is disgusting, but it doesn't make you stop loving smoking. Love is a little like that. Love is a little like picking a color and saying, let's
rose
today.