but look: i
can:
count on small pink
fingernails the ways
i miss skin & filling
the hollows of sleep.

it's true, i
do procrastinate too
much & can't hold
on to water when
it drips into my hands,
cupped & ready & eager,

let's let's let's

just wanted, just needed
to say: i'd ship you
the apples from my fridge,
the skillets from my stove,
if i could find a box
so big to hold my love.