Watermelon skies spit

seeds down on pattering

rooftops. Where the fox wears

a pinstripe suit made of cotton

candy. And my great tragedy

is merely a character flaw

like a birthmark in the shape

of Texas on my cheek.

Bologna is actually spelled

baloney – and I know that the abalone

queen is a phonie. Holden

would learn where the ducks

swam for the winter

in pinstripe suits made

of cotton candy.

And my sweet tragedy

is worshipping Wes

when auteurs are merely

phonies posed as hipsters –

in pinstriped suits made

of cotton candy.