to nowhere, or everywhere

here you are and i’ve found you again
underneath the gentle sand and folded shells.
like whispered winter,

or the time we spent counting the frozen
leaves still dangling from the stoop weeds.

can you please reread this moment in
the gentle sunlight, can you please re-
read the tally of how many lovers have
forced us to becoming?

there are lost souls in the lake and they
are trying to remind us to let go of all
the things we are not.

fold yourself in underneath these
sheets and allow me to trace
something else, lines from every
point of energy to absolutely
nowhere.

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lost in a day-ghost

pull out from underneath the ratted sheets.
the day is old when i wake like this.

this day is bred from wrinkled shrink wrap
and crumpled up ash.

i breathe into and out of the pose the lake holds
as though through the imitation, i could
be the peace the rest of the universe
settles itself into.

pull out from underneath the faded light.
the day is old.

i’ve quit the sticks, i think,
so i can learn to listen to
magnetic pins again.

when you remember to,
come find me.