ummm here i friggin am yo
what to say about that and at the speed of thought and at the speed of me, the speed
of we
i'm concerned about the plenitude of things, god i love how words appear on paper and how words appear on the screen and i can't stop doing that thing. i kinda feel the possibility sparkling like glasses between me, small almost still pools, but rolled gently, some kind of thick slow wind, cold or warm, is it fall or is deep summer. gosh
and my back curves over at the neck, can you see the line of skin, flesh and rippling bone,
it connects me
connects me
through air, small and rippling
to you