you can find me in complete silence
in the corner.
medicinal fingers curved into myself,
into claws,
so all the energy reverses.
I’m triggered by the music and pacing
in a 9.9 cubic foot square.
other people are feeling their friends
and dancing.
I’m feeling my nails dig into
my palm.
I say hello,
my name is.

you can find me frozen one week
woven in an opalite tapestry
spread across your floor.
I understand confession.
I’m Catholic.
I ask for judgment,
not counsel.
some retribution.
let’s make this clear.
let’s make this public.
I’m stuck in a projection
so you barely have a face
that isn’t my reflection.

at least I give you transparency,
moping opacity. my veins are bursting
with crisis,
with clarity,
I ignite and paste the insides to your
you walk across my pubic bone
I am dry wood
and summer is coming. 

 you recognize me months later by the wallow,
by the
chewed straw in my hand,
the callous in my palm,
the bad polish job.
I tell you what love feels like
based on the time I first noticed
a space between two
it was five seconds long
since then and now,
I grew so much
I can fill your whole pocket.
what a fertile experience you are having.     
I see the grin of a horizon
upon us.
I’m reassuring,
I kept God.

I made you into the



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