z-index

I miss having enough ways with my body
Ways that come with days of spacing

Seconds

Decidedly not there

Deplorably numb

A space attunement estuary

I like

Setting off

Infinitely more than I like

Heading back

An underwater antelope

Faded routine

My unappreciated offering

I like

Giving out

More than I like

Giving up

Sharing

I stepped inside of you

To see myself

Instead, you may have 

Poured over my body

angles and shadows

orbs and blurs

Alone in the corner

Of your stoic apartment

Lost at the airport

Locked out

a paper on the ins and outs

<span><p>writing. is it sane?</p><p>is it good?</p><br /><p>putting something down</p><br /><p>picking up</p><p>where we left off</p><br /><p>a million ways to see it</p><br /><p>now, moving less, less</p><p>time</p><br /><p>now</p><p>returning</p></span>

Prospect Park

Limiting belief:

I don't deserve love

Reframe:
Sometimes the sunlight is sharpest 

when colors are flat and dull

The pond and grass pierce my heart 

because they are all in green,

nothing standing out over the other 

and it makes me gasp

My breath goes out into it

the green-yellow

My skin the same

non-color as the pond

It's that light could be so different everyday

That this once has never been described

And never will be again

What I See

Justice

Is not something

you disagree with strongly

but

Anger is something you disagree with

Strongly but

Not bodily but

Habitually because

Of fear of loss

Of violence because

Of injustice

Done to you

Abolition

We are giving over our secrets
Our secrets that protect us

Handing out our morals
The morals that will save us

To avoid each other
We hail the secret saviors

Without us
Will whisper in our absence
Life is precious,
life is precious

Baby

Is your heart heavy?
I'm internal
Right now
I'm under the garden
Burrowed
Under the covers
Letting it all go

Baby
Is your mind racing?
I'm beside you
This time
Out in the open
Patient
Covered in quiet
Letting my love grow