don’t node drunk
digging in the midnight garden
I press my palms to consummate
the soil where it sings. caught up
to the third heaven, a sentience
hatches in the hips. nerves
recite a psalm, could you hold
me here? make me still, these days
I am a buzzing filament. condensed
to dogged edge, could you step where
I cannot? the things I could not offer;
the weight, the eyes,
reciting me from memory? tied to the
nines, knot after knot
the rind of my ribs a golden bowl,
saturnine. humming my madness to the violets.
coax your coherence til you see my tongue
and be the rock I splash my skull
against. I am all water hunting
for bedrock. licking for sediment.
a mirror wants a mirror wants a mirror
name me so I can dream I’m real