EVERYTHING NICE

Of course—

sometimes it's less 

about sugar

and more
about spice;

like—actually most nights,

how it's not 
so much the same indolent 

snips—of good 
advice 
that stir me up

as—the faint 
bitterness 
of a few of the noises swirling

in their frail
little 
snail shell patterns, up

and down—
in delicate

tremors—
the very ripe 
timbre

of her 
beautiful windpipe.