i’m dressed up

    too little to sway, so

    we take a nap in the cold

            and test the field.

 

it felt like swimming

all over,

like children

    lived below us in little rooms

    watercoloring.

    we sang bright and beautifully

    like a coma,                    dark

    pear tree and gravel pit.

 

    truth is

    there is little of me

    and you.            just clotheslines—

    my skirt   ,   your jeans

 

   sex skimming in the air.

   seedlings burrow,

   ticks in

   night flesh and

   baby teeth lined my heart.

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