gifted
she quick-sipped
the drip off the bottle;
lulling the smudge
& spoke cheers as a motto

forgetting will get there
upon every swallow;
the drenching through holes
in a heart falling hollow

won’t we still dance
when the lemon needs tuning ?
I liked in her, choosing
what no one was doing

she sings to me, pleased
cause I’m still here to listen
to songs about bones
& their thoughtless intentions

I swam in her hands
to find land in a kitchen;
*& saw when she spoke,
how I need to be living