since the turn, i have been making ready to move on
the ground & my teeth being brittle
when i sense i am coordinating i punch myself in the stupid face
& cannot master anything, even helplessness
if you read this poem out loud i will crumple like a galaxy
& ascend to your zone & you were somehow expecting
it's been a long year clawing at my throat
there was an inchworm on my kneecap escaping from somewhere
i learned that i am a neuron
have got to drink water & share with the plant
& light candles & kiss things
& keep trying to calculate the sum of my damage
there are no symbols
all things are simple until they are not