she inhales sharp
the foliage ***** her in       a diver entering the deep
in the pine needles she sees the motions of the universe

she is self conscious about her adam’s apple

she swishes pasta water around in her mouth

google search: how to kiss
                         how to behave in a relationship
                         how to cure chapped lips
… she doesn’t know how to be sentimental, only

to take off her shorts and lay still

it’d be nice to take the initiative

she’s not sad as often now:
there is comfort in apathy and burning liquor and the scent of another on the sheets