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My inbox stands to be a situation only for an adult

Crawling in the heart of the water with my blinking fingers

Petting your cat from far away

Transferring my untransferable joy of myself 

Was it you I was devouring or were you devouring me

Story of a marriage

It’s not all my fault 

When the heart and mind are open the body will follow

Was she herding or hurting

My neighbors text me pieces of the ocean’s robe

Here is where I am and there is what I miss

Picking up the plates sweeping away the books 

breathing in the orchard of guitar picks

eating the leaves of the unleavened 

touching a child’s head hearing the sweetness of bones

Was I illuminated or in combat

The three of me hold my three of me hands

and say I hate white rabbits

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