the
the
i eat with that mouth, kiss
with it, too, while no
clasping eyes or subtle-
ties can speak the
tongue i believed
about us
all of the time i
thought the point
was biliteracy, not the
visual cues or the room-wide
gestures or the damn shoulders
grazing.
i found a gravely place
in the soil
before an april showered bloom
to yawn and stretch out last night’s sleep
each morning,
growing
and growing
until i hit planter.