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.