Skulls

Our brains live

in magical places.

Deer prints in snow.

Sunscreen rubbed on

stiff red backs.

In nonexistent things

like mermaids

or mandrakes.

In cadences and rhythms.

Where we were

when we kissed

and listened to Kate Nash

in your kitchen.

Forts made of

wrapped arms

and cold toes.

In eyes hidden from sun

that gushes through

your closed blinds.

In evening air.

In equilibrium.

In coconut skulls.