i am calm in this white house

my blood moves cool and pale.

my skin so dark in all this light

my ears rest safely against my head

i form perfect words that slowly leave my mouth

and i clearly smell beetle blue sky while

the rainstick warble of warm desert sand

moves in shimmery whispers

dry air against my palate wets my tongue

and gathers moistly inside my cheeks

i know my eyes measure all the brown distances

in the distance and come to rest

i am calm in this white house

where my blood moves cool and pale.