you are/ the place where the breath moves easily/

soft crescent

sitting on my eyes like a painted

river dancing

rolling through my fingers

deep inside the center

God stops—

When I breathe her in

fish myself from the bottom

Pick the anchor from my skin

birds lag across the moonless sky

an audience for heaven

i climb through the bending walls/ look into your mouth/ rescue you from the other side of the moon/ where the angels worship themselves/ finally/ they have been waiting for me to open my mouth/ &/ the only sound that comes out is/ goodbye/ when you’ve already turned your back and you aren’t listening

/goodbye/

i will not be back/ for you/ i will come back for you always back for you/ you are/ the place where the breath moves easily/ you are the place/ you are/ the place

Where i pick God from my scalp

Cold as a premature baby

Shaking like the outside of my mouth