If I stand, will you follow–? but I guess I am no Emperor and so am unconcerned by the taking up of space. Rather, would I lead by example in the embodied art of being just visible enough to spare embarrassment, but not exposed to the unreeling of the fish we’ve caught; to better bearing…
Day: February 18, 2023
melt
Sitting in the sauna with my hair up, the ice cold water I just plunged into and out of with a moment’s notice grows warm again beneath your touch, if only in my mind– soft kisses drip down on my neck like the moment your lips touched my back and I knew I’d not resist…
The trees
I feel ready to disappear if you aren’t here to see me; over and over again I feel the impulse to declare: “I have not gone! You are not bereft of my remembrance yet–” (although I tend to wonder if you would). Am I a wood you’ve lost the sight of, for having fallen trees…
Doubt
I’m thinking of you; are you thinking of me, in the sound of the crunch of the snow-? I hear like the tempo of a fading beat the landing of each blow you break against our back– the doubtful, fair retreat. But I still wonder, anyways, whether this shirt will still smell of you tomorrow–…