Sweaterboy lyrics
by Sarah Kay
Your five o’clock
shadow is more am
than pm because it is
blush-colored
like sunrise, and
yawn-filled like
pillow cheek.
Your bathroom mirror
has learned to tell
time, the same way
I do in California:
By watching suns
crawl over hillsides,
every blade of grass
painted pink—
watching those eyes
above your cheek bones—
Ah, yes. Good morning.