there's what is known and what is felt
held in unclasped pockets waiting
there are field guides and grocery lists
i am tired of telling about this
there is something i need to tell
someone somewhere who doesn't
there are answers we already know
let's pretend anyway
so then i was like and you were like
hey what about and then nothing nothing
i have no addresses to write to there are no
numbers to call out in the dark
i am alone we are alone you are alone
goodbye in other words unheard
there are no hellos big enough
too many years fears and the like
the grass is pressed under me
i am alive in the breath or i am trying
no one is lying in the concentration
sweat on feet and balance impossible
there are implausible equations afoot
i would not like to talk about it
i am a tree i am asleep i am sorry
listening to voices there are rivers
songs along the strong current
smooth rocks under my feet in my pockets
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