Reach for you
with this compression
pulling on
this look away
that isn't look away
against a hold back
that is a come on
of curved space time
on a thigh slipping

What is erasure
I wonder blankly
clenching 'gainst
your fetid opinion

living in my forearms
reluctant
blankenship
syrup of life
over time

What are you doing
the same nothing
I'm always doing
what are you doing

The back towards me
wanting me to know
I am not any longer
here

the last swallow of me
a claim of ambivalence
on rectification
surrendering a wrong

math of mouthing words
cosigning acerbity
as if as if
i know you understand

my friend
this remaindering
when the game
is afoot

Dinner in the sun
squinting
leaning from shadow to blinded
your lazy beauty blinking soft
to searing
tilt again
everyone disappears
and i am in
with only the stellar
slow scalding
i hold still for it
your knifing

sip sip sip
tequila, salt, songs

queso dip dip dip
strangeness of you reading
on  your phone

i'm negotiating with silence
what sound might be okay
to break it

your lesson of leaving
things unsaid
holding them back

is love
buffered
not the unraveling

and this sandwich
of mirrors 'flects
too much

Most plans
yours
for example
fail

Don't even
mention
mine

The thumbprint of today
smeared on the glass
half above the line of blue
half below
and i'm asking
to derange things
that feign neatness

to disrupt is still

stillness

in a maelstrom
shuddered against

your left side
reading with an eye
of must-be-seen-as
renders us
here
next

I resist
forlorn
and sinking