On this new anniversary of you

I give you not me pulling the first soft feathers

From a newborn robin fledgeling

Saying she loves me not she loves me

Like some killer's crazy form of petals from a daisy

For it to try and fail in flight and fall flailing

But twenty-seven brittle bird bones

To build a little fence from

And one shiny piece of amethyst

To top each tiny post with

And I leave you to decide what fits inside it

Be it spiders, ice, or pennies

Or all twenty of your first born's baby teeth

There is real peace in the regular order

Of my most intimate geometry

Real peace in the regular order

Of my most intimate geometry

I am no longer your unsure lover

I pull nothing from a flower

There is real peace in the regular order

Of my most intimate geometry