happen to believe in love
in the shape of crumpling temples
pyramids, morals and fear
happen to have a place to go, a need to get there and a ground that won’t stop sucking me into the earth.
here I am leaping tree to tree
here I am hand over hand on power lines
here I am taking a break, eating a handful of peanuts then washing my face in a gas station bathroom
now I am feeding my high school diploma to a mutt sleeping in this doorway beneath a flickering light.
hi everyone, I’ve never felt perfect, or classic or carved from precious stone
hi everyone these are my hands full of clean water and this is the dog drinking from the hands before it walks out into the dark.
before I climb another tree.
before I scale the low lying cloud, my work ID swaying on my shirt, reeking of jet fuel.