This is blind trust to

hold someone like snow

doomed to surface tension

a solid existence

and a tool suit



**** a paper arm

I could burn it like that

lavender note

about two people with the same name

too bad

you can see my veins

they're purple too



I will slip apart quickly

for this brief assembly

each cell loves the other while it's permitted



Six Magnetic Pins in a tight embrace

I'll see six refractions

on that salty neck wet with

yawning tears



If I'm the soft powdered moon held

high by six rungs

I am you under the weight of your own skin

and you are held tightly by

the world under its gravity

which is held tightly by

space under the weight of the sun