One. I hate when you drink without me. 

The ice cubes in your glass will continue 

to melt faster each year, until our bed

is entirely submerged in the Atlantic. 

Two. Your hair is the color of a blackbird's nest. 

When I twist it around my fingers, near the knuckles,

and pull, the wings of fallen angels flutter.

Three. You are not as tall as god. Actually, 

you are quite short. As short as a dandelion

that grows in the crack of a wall. A child plucks 

and pulls you to her lips. She blows.