I turn you sharp-side down
and brew in your penetralia.
I invested so much time
wrestling with conditionals
that I forgot the joy
of everyday surfaces.
The breeze riffles my belongings.
My skittish steps settle where they fall.
I follow the tidewater, drowning as I go.
A repeat offender, a bibliotaph
I caress mute pages in search
of a connection, fake or otherwise,
in search of escape from all that is
public and debilitating.
Wisteria occurs to me as though in a dream,
her flowering limbs purple and defiant.
I dig my feet into the quicksilver earth
and she laughing, shrinks away.