The endless universe of this coffee-church
I blend into the ground, ground
anxiety into yours, I met you there, pit-
pattering footsteps I couldn’t stop
listening to. I asked myself
if this was a joke
the way only nervous nothing I said
to you. Yah-yah-yah.
I am awake, I know
over this river I
you reach your hand
cold, wet illness.
Neither of us are
(originally published in Academy of the Heart and Mind, Winter 2021)