there you are with your arms to the sky
like some portrait. like you’ve been saved
i lie
tracing the length of my breath white across the valley
(where you are
i was never there)
fresh air. water. the sun. the moon. the sun. the moon. i like sleep. riding my bike. the beach (especially seedy ones). i like not understanding. plants. pets. peonies. some more things too, perhaps.
you plead with me to see
inside the box. to see the shadows
to be sudden
you’re disillusioned. on the precipice
of surrender
(my head)
where you are. . .