the same

i cut a path between
two conspiring deer,
following the road
bound by fresh growth
bubbling toward the sky.

what is your name?

last night your name changed
when i fell asleep with our hand at my breast
this was possible
when i woke
it was not so

ouch

i dreamt of you last night.
i couldn't breathe for about three seconds
though it felt like three minutes (hours?)
and i felt like a child.
i feel like a child.
i know what to say, but don't have the words yet.
so i keep drawing circles
in hopes that i'll eventually understand
and we'll speak the same language.

i thought she was joking

but who was i
in that moment
to ask?

i really thought she was joking
when she threw that venom
in the air

it was funny how she stood strong
and caught it in her mouth
gargling

but i knew she wasn't joking
when she turned around
and spit it out

imustbe

my own best friend-
i give myself very little
grief for not calling me
out and over months without
writing or being too busy
i see it's ok that i've accomplished
so little
so long

and here we are...

another step closer to further away;
eating with our hands the other's trail of don't wants.

i found you sitting on the bathroom floor with your head
in your hands and your face turned down.

what should i have said?

all i could think was don't think, don't think

and here we are closer, another step towards
walking away

snow

this is the perfect time-
the best time to see the smells she follows
and to follow in turn
without seeing her path
trapsing, we come accross the quiet spots
and each one we circle fully
before moving to the next,
sounding them out with our mouths
and with our limbs;
finding the incongruous edges
with our eyes
and storing them deep
for later use