a sting in your eye
I could tell then that it was better to submerge (and thus re-enter)
Love I did not have to
feel threatened by
Everything that is knowable I want to know.
how your limbs treat all strangers
nothing is perfect, but nothing worth striving for comes without imperfection along the way.
I should find a way to say
that I love you using
I’ve been informed
this is absurd. The world was only
formed by a word.
moving into the sun, weeping on the
At my feet I spot an old shoelace, dirty white, knotted up