I got you all showed up… in dress and night lights with and hair… I have you all skin and makeup with legs.
We have conversations with you all words and platforms of ourselves… I have you here now…
Until we just sort of fall into ourselves… better than anyone has ever written about this before, us just sort of falling into each other, my teeth chattering against echo boxes, your skin lining and dosing itself against family history.
Until we make love
This place we have that is all our own, the landscape that we carve like Friday harbor construction and parental death ceremonies.