the clouds walk as slow as you,
fish never get any rest
they don’t sleep on their backs.

we are their
heaven, full of broken hearts
(i once saw a cloud that looked like one –
that is our heaven, too.)

the day you broke my heart i
temporarily stopped using my toes to
get you hard, stopped resting
my feet on
your lap and kissing you

like i were smoking a cigarette. inhale
without breathing,
that is what

it is to be a fish.
we are their heaven, eggsacks

the kind of person who spells lonely
wrong because somehow
he only has
forty-five chromosomes and

cannot walk
more than a few feet without
evaporating (breaking my heart.