i am the buzz you feel after
glass number two
i am the manifestation
the realization
of your innermost exuberant intoxication

i am your left and also
your right eyelid
heavy for that sleep place
wanting no less than to consume
every inch of deepness
of your day’s most secret secrets

i am a collector of sap
slow and true. and meticulous
and like that overgrown tree over which it falls

i’m dead

satisfied, endlessly, with my stillness.