Some subtle girl is in this room
not me, but her, or she is free
and every time I roll over
I’m wishing her air were here
and like the summer solstice show
her eyes are lit like flowers
blooming loud like proud wow helpless

but I’ve returned from over there
where she lay feebly fainting
and every summer song is sad
to make us breathe repeating

she might be here but maybe it won’t be her