You call to mind “Carnation Lily Lily

Rose;” You call to mind a Degas dancer.

You portray; you aren’t portrayed, you can’t be.

A balmy potion here, fragrant tincture

May essay embellishment but I know

Your constant raindrop heart has the spirit

Of a Turner and the softness of the

Burlington House Sketch. Your heart is woven

With yarn and floral patterns, a tile floor.

Your words are saplings that are going to

Make it through the rainy season. Your words

Are tough and raw and true. Your truth is a

Hot iron and it’ll get shit done. Your

Name is Julia and I love you.