coast to coast
swing & lean
down
into
what you really want to say
“your subconscious must be an interesting place,
right?
weird moments of grief
inking,
& wedging
inside
all the rooms i want you in
they coalesce
like— like water under it
and just like most of the “ghosts
of your heaven” : not all of my happiest moments are surrounded by water
but they are surely wound up somehow tightly in you
finish the joy of
interstice and ask:
is this really your wish? to spend our lives as rifts?
once, we moved alongside one another
as parallel as the coastlines
sloping the sides of this great, wide continent
ohh k
now
we move amongst the shadows and the fields on fire
we are strangers with full pockets
and wide eyes
just smiling politely
dragging and basking in the great and terrible unknown.
someday
we’ll meet in the middle
come together the way the land meets the sky
form the horizon, &
just
keep going.
unfamiliar eyes meet on the street,
in passing, they look
so real
and ever so biting.