Dressing Down

Hold my head for me, dear For I've been trying not to lose it The words on my tongue Are no longer silver-plated No longer sugar-coated Still there remains Some sweetness In being plain human I do not wish to call it nectar I do not wish to call it ichor or liquid light From now on, I think I'll just call it blood And live just as I should And press my feet into the earth And not imagine it's the clouds And try to write more and rhyme less And try to dream more and daydream less And try to heal instead of dressing up