i was hoping to see you yesterday              needed to read sure
your words are still there          spent so long
near the estuary pacing             paid paged
visits to so many rivers         swam            whole volumes
to find our stories             but couldn’t find you
yesterday      wanted to red flag you
to make yourself      appear like

ground seashells      and weeds. a bleached
bathsink and a bone.        i am she: i am he.

see? she carries her shelves        sharp scissors & pictures.