We went apple picking.
Then, we baked a pie.
"O, morning without warning like a hole,
and I watch you go.
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold.
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly.
And some bellies ache with many bumblebees. (and they sting so terribly).
I do as I please.
Now I'm on my knees.
Your skin is something that I stir into my tea.
And I am watching you
and you are starry, starry, starry"
- Joanna Newsom