simple shade can go such a long way
but also much too far sometimes.
my bones are brittle without sun.
will you take a walk with me?;
to obelisks?
they won't run.

i bought you a shady spot right here.
last year was not as overgrown
as this time's ever-changing clear
view of a body of water that absents
the sky from our view,
like a curtain rod suspiciously placed
to cover things intentionally displayed.

did you bring a machete?; oh, the
shade is much too much now
for my brittle bones to take
any longer and i always thought to myself,
how lucky are we to have a place of our own
but it's never enough for beings like us
to leave a place like this alone.

i wish we could **** up the water
with our tongues and watch as the roots
and tendrils soak back in
to the sponge cake layer;
the mind takes it as an innocent prayer
until the thoughts of after are sneaking
and showing the tickles of veins
spreading evenly over our bodies
like the stains on my bedroom carpet.

it is my wish not to destroy this life
that barricades my growth and hinders
so much more about me.
no, it is my wish to migrate it all inside
my ribs like a house and
despite all the splinters i know i will contract,
allow it to permeate my flesh;
a freshly signed pact.