you are standing on the top of
my tree-trunk head you are a beautiful
bird and i am handing
you your wings
i swear i love you excruciatingly
am crushed under your bird feet

lift me up and you never
will and will you ever let me go
can i lift myself out of this dirt or
am i planted like this for now

i enlist whatever i acquiesce
i juxtapose comparisons i drown
myself in learning about the awful ways
of life and lingering

i am controversialist
exceptional conversationist empty
boudoir tired Heidegger
how did i come into waking can i turn
my back one more time