let's just take two
elephant-sized steps back.
my head's heavy and the
high always vaporizes at the
wrong turn and i risk a ******
of myself if i shove it all.
my hands always did shake
as your head cascaded like a waterfall
towards mine, and the weight of three
thousand more elephants would descend,
gray fuzz and rough skin,
all in a rush.
This is too much for one struggling
with her own language, it's like there
isn't one on her tongue at all.