I exist, lately, in a field of exhaustion and trapped emotions the reeds are tangled in navy blue & bleed into the sky & into me, in that space behind my eyes where my consciousness lives, but only barely. In that space i feel sunken deep in mud, that river kind where you don’t move in fear of un-earthing some long dead or long sleeping creature. & what if, then, i discover i am the creature? all that known fear & loath is inside of me, tangled in my bones and joints, flows with my sucked blood up and down to avoid the water. And, then the day comes She talks with her hands and plays with her glasses when she's nervous, and try to crack me up with her lame skit and jokes and she's smarter than I'll ever be and braver too, and
"my mind knows she's here my heart has yet to grasp".