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.