In Her Sunday Best

she told me
pancakes were a feeling
rain, too

but sundays--
sundays felt like you

maybe sundays aren't for dancing,
or buying pastel toasters that look like cats
from a man with a wooden leg
but i wouldn't tell a soul

i only told her
if pancakes were a feeling
then she felt buttermilk beige
in all the right ways,
until she blushed
in raspberry roux