I don’t know how to
Do what you do—
I don’t know how you do you— do
I know what I do— I don’t— I don’t know what I
Know— how do you do what I know?

This mind has a rattling call crow scratch maybe rats in fact **** again sounds human help in the crawl
Space
Of the attic above the wall that divides you & me
The bricks are glued together with anxious syrup and possession
In possession we don’t own this space
We named the place (with mere words)
And so how can I complain
That this creature remains
In the crawl space of my brain
I'll go back to sleep
Safe in the thought that if I die
You'll die with me

This false binary
Of the
White of the page and the
Black on the page
Has saved us