& SO IT GROWS

woof. we carried our fragmented plans this far

          without much hullaballoo. the intentional delay of perfect...

                               don't even think about it! much less touch yourself. touch yourself

more. don't translate. the machine gurgles and doesn't want to bear the weight

                   of this inevitability. god, yeah, it gets heavy,

                                                                               & that's why i'm the carry.

this is the new fiction, fact. 

if you're new here? tell us what it is that you see.

                             did you see when i had her back? just by breathing

                                                                                                  i am sure
                                                        of an ecstasy                      barely broached
                                                        of a you of a me

of striking lines through the piling up of our eventual list of living
i am absurdly sure and kinda shaking for the two or three milliseconds i allow myself to doubt
doubt cannot allow the space choked of its needed talk so we say what we can say in ellipses
and arms around necks and brief honorifics and well who cares just come by sometime

                                & you will see how much i mean what i mean