your christmas gift is obligations of being water you must flow not with the current – but flow glisten – like with the sun everything else is illusions of the surface the nature of convection finding the pearls at the bottom of a furious ocean the outcasts – the forgotten…

my fingers, crawling forward out of the hand like melty worms show me where to put them I come with the tide leaving everything behind walls of the apartment confined spaces my own space the spaces of my body inside out look at my tongue, my throat, it’s red as…