It is nice to see this apartment building from
the bottom, rather than your balcony
and swallow the again-stammer of jumping.

An elder still has her Christmas lights hung –
I wonder if I could get tangled in them.

There is also the question of garden lips
a daffodil and whether or not I could **** it.

Instead, I have a stutter of being so small
I could climb to your bedroom and not care
to swing loose, soft bones, to not need to fall.