I watched him on the
Green vein,
Looking at nothing,
Caressing the infinite
Skin.

I watched the sun
**** up the dew
And spit it back into the air,
But humidity doesn't bother me
Anymore.

I fingered the white thread
With my bitten nail.
(Because I bite my nails, fingertips
Lips
When I need to focus.)

The spider on the leaf
Never looks at me.
He just drinks what's inside of the fly.