standing with your feet slightly apart
with your hands at your sides
the fragile mirror contains stars
when i listen to music in the morning
i see the face of god
inside of my eyelids
the figures in the parking lot
are like deer // i have no opinion of them
i'm wondering if your eyes
are open or closed
in your head in your bed several time zones over
i'm wondering if your lips make small movements
i think my medication is making me dull
feel like all my best lines are gone
[like a maple tree // i need to be turned on]
if i hold out my hand in front of me
will you reach out and take it
if i blindfold myself and extend my hand
will you stop traveling
and press your fingers against mine
it is the mirror // the fragile sky
i open my eyes and you're floating in water
[i want to hold your hand]
[this was not the right body]