avia

"look at the way the light is moving in the tree
over there
It sparkles, it bursts!
it glimmers,

but if your head’s a locked-steel-safe,
you’ll see nothing.

Am I making you uncomfortable?
Move your head that way and kiss me.

For more than three seconds!
You’re not very good at this.

You should go climb a tree. You should do it.

see my body's bop eternal!

blue and green and green and blue and white light,
do you think we are all just some process?

isn't it amazing?"

east manhattan

wet buoyant,
in slithy out cafes we dined
before the fall came fast
and winter rained

your hand shelters between the
towers, things immemorial,
black and red and tall

there was a rain
that was good