poem no. 13
Hold my…
Count, the colors, the hands…
Maybe, shift and feel…
Your mind…
– What?
The beautiful, the whole sun…
– When we end up?
Might as well…
Might as wordless…
Might as I feel…
Trying not to be alone in bed at night…
Running, till next Friday…
Predict, and stay alive after or letter…
I pressed…
Weather…
Toward at the center…
…Universe…
In the earth…
Out the window…
Kitchen…
