wavelengths, not centered
must have taken a wrong turn or otherwise
built a bridge where school girls
sleep on their backs, spread their legs in grass

he sings so close
the lullaby becomes my earring

it hangs, it hangs, it hangs
drip drip and drip going into the latrine
I am a sea

I am wet and wide and opening
to a grey by breeze and through age
he has as much youth as a leaf still on the tree
we are farther from

each other than we are from the sun
but honey does not spoil
so neither will we

yes, yes, please do not leave