I don’t know why the body keeps such a limited sensory gauge. This fall my limbs collapsed and reopened, reminiscent of an old smelling wood. I don’t do much outside of the body, I just…
the caverns in this house like wombs,
filled high with heat & artifacts
All I know about you
as if caught in some oblivion.
some days i don’t want anything confessed
I imagine you on a bike,
the sound of tires zipping
on thin water
My depths are so foreign,
even I can’t map them.
I swim like a fish in your light
It is not easy