I've had
that
sandwich
with everything
and came back
to write about
the taste
of all of it
sequentially
sweet then
salty
then a little
bitter
but
you
like it
and then

i'd make
a joke
you'd laugh
we'd

nothing
lands hard
on everything
sometimes
we'd

shake off
that feeling
some dizzying
height
clench
back
into my
crevice

make up
my mind
about
life's
lack of
safety
no
under
writers
at all

i should
write
to my
paper thin
ancestors
in obeisance
for a hook

tho
i know
there's
nothin
to catch
upon