you scare me
in ways that
deserve our
wet fingers
finding each-
other in this

m u t u a l .
o b s e ssion

let them not
find ways to
fail  to  find
each - other
in the dark_













.

the sea needs the stone face of the shoreline to dash upon, else it won’t know how big it is

we must become our own warm ambience
and scratch the hardwood floors with our love
pushing across the
room

a man-shaped hole in the air shifts around the room, making currents. it’s not the first time that air has been moving. the vacuum-heart draws everything into it, as might be expected .but to see it happen , is something
more
than expectation,alone, may satisfy .

the void-love
grows.

the hole in the air wants to tell you he feels
the same

.
.
in defense of somethinghood

she laughs like breakfast cereal hitting the side of the bowl
                                                   [maple syrup in my hair.]

as the nostrils clear
           air and earth
as mouths loop around anthems without countries.
as we bloom inside.(not out)
(not ours) (not sweeping us up in it.)

we catch eachother in definitions only.
it's like trying to be grown .
tropical plants sit in clay pots by the window

+your rugburn smile breaks\      / open and spills out over
everyone.

+your fingernail teeth.wash me away

i felt it also.fainting also. fearing all the things that rat us out to the
u n i n d o c t r i n a t e d

that eat us out with one ear against the wall

that normie   ****.

that sunburn skin.that
tankline brea
k

i take

these pictures in my head instead of
you