Simon

head hung. pores open. first shower 
in weeks.and  hands tingle against
 the cold
air. that . is bright and lightened 
with the morning sun behind. me.
so all
i see
our shadows.
our shadows.
but i alone.
but i raise.
our mind.he.
ad. minister.

-> this is the god i know <- 
-> and this god will make <-
-> me grow and become the <-
-> the boy my child wants <-
-> me to fall into hearts <-
-> of palms, break branch <-
-> twist chest and writhe <-


this . is the tingle of just warmed hands. 
thousands of grains of sand. boiled and
 leaping between
bone and flesh. my fingers tight against 
what i thought
 was my mind. then. they grasp. at . straw.
and yellow earth. i roll on my back:-:a pony:-:
 and feel free again. she . covers me in dust. our 
hips. rise above the surface. gasp for breath. 
and dive below. again. we are fish. we are water.
we are confused by the tension. between our skin. 

<- this is my new living ->
<- i've linged my finger ->
<- off the edge this bed ->
<- creaks. and our backs ->
<- tossed forward stands ->
<- eyes lifted brow lean ->
<- to.word. the carpeted ->
<- desire hung dry wring ->
<- and hook and later in ->
<- some thirty something ->
<- journal ill drive off ->
<- into the sunset we've ->
<- never seen untill ive ->
<- seamed and sown seeds ->
<- directly into my arms ->
   ---| the roots wrap bone |---
   ---| choke veins from my |---
   ---| my blood they raise |---
   ---| branches and flower |---

i tell her my name and step back into the cold.
 my head again bowed away from the now midday 
cool sun. that raised the hair
on the back of my neck. i must be scared .
i must be scarred. i must be sacred. i must . else.
if. while. for .then. do.