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]