heres to the holiday. and heres to tradition.
back off, i want to go harder
and when i get the most disgusted, thats when youll see. im not missing anything. im not missing myself or anyone-
because we are floating
heavier and denser by the day
and all of the phone calls and little exchanges make my heart do a little jump, all spiritual communion or whatever
whatever whatever
somethings are meaty and the whole brain knows it. it really is beautiful, like this-
across phone lines and computer wires, state lines, old memories that are just in-bounds.
this is my fragment of you and of everything, all of these darling faces, and all of these reflections
echoing back
some days i am completely hollow, and then
there are times when i am everything times two.