when you eat
too much dessert
you feel sick

there is still a taste
in my mouth
that does not belong to me.

sometimes it seems
that life
is a series of updates
our bodies need constant attention
our clothes grow thin
our relationships run the risk of fading out
a stagnant life
is already death.

I am not
that
invested.


****.

part of me really digs this place
the straw roofs and whitewashed walls
the girls in their long painted skirts
the sand in the arches of my feet
the internet's up you try to tell me things
the seeds hanging from the lamp
every ant crawling up my shirt that Annette
with her tiny hands tried to brush off
tea in the morning, tea in the evening
when I grow up I shall live
in a tea palace

I wish you could
try on
every piece of clothing
I own
and then put it back
I'd have
one month
of you.

we can wait here all night
or try to swim to the bottom of Puget Sound
or run to the farthest reaches
of the galaxies
if only in our minds
anything not to fade out
anything to stay here suspended
curl up in the trunk
if you close your eyes tight enough
the seconds can't seep in
if hands are held tight enough
no air can slip in
this hair is no longer mine
nothing is mine now
we exist as everything
oh baby trust me
I have had to come here by myself
so many times
I know what if feels like but
the desperation is new
this slab of sidewalk
is where we belong
if we look away
we are unafraid
to turn and find the other gone
the ache is a novelty
one day
which as time works may as well
be any day
it will finally happen.

however any situation goes
however important it seems
at the time
however afraid you are
just remember
whatever life takes from you
it always fills the space with something lovely
afterwards
your life will be full
it's okay to be scared
but as real as that feeling is
so will the feeling of complete wholeness
be.