your bones
do not exist

limbs of
an insect

you speak
through

movement
a language

too subtle
to hear

watching you
I am lost

watching you
I find

myself in
your movement

too subtle
to notice

loud enough
to feel

deeply

she reads soft
as one who lives

gently in this world
she only places

the exact amount
of pressure

required of each step
she is perfectly

balanced between
faith and doubt

she understands
but doesn’t need to

the world is
real to her

and so are
her dreams

at first she
sang in a church

the sound she
created was

of a prayer

a wanting for
something more

but she was
a creator herself

and her voice
was leading a

revolution for
the longing

like me to
listen to her

and pray

lines and curves

the distance
between points

I trace slowly

with my fingers
and my mind

touching all parts
equally

I want to reach
long term memory

so this becomes
part of me

as necessary
as my lungs

and my heart

I did not
it was not me
I never would
if I did
I would tell you
you can trust me
don’t listen to them
they don’t know you
like I do
they don’t love you
like I do
baby don’t worry
I’ll always be
here for you
we were meant
to be
you’re the only
one for me
you trust me
don’t you
baby

the boy had visions

he saw patterns
small and large

he made meanings

combining many
things in many

ways

he never tried
he just did

he spoke words
as if a spell

no one could
follow him

they knew he
knew more

they just didn’t
know what it was

he knew

the world was
bigger than here

but everyone he
knew was here

so he had to
leave here and

he had to leave
it now

a chain of days
without change

air becomes
an enemy

of lungs

we cannot
sweat

everything is
already

water and wet
nothing evaporates

everything is
heavy

movement is
slight

by necessity