BODY MEMORIES

Usually Bulgaria

sometimes school 

or a long drive with Jesse 
to a sun drenched  river rock 
a lush forest island
the eerie village train station
golden apple trees and kittens
I’m always telling you there’s 
no pressure hard enough
turn my head so you can find 
gull bladder number something 
as identified by soothing buzzcut 
in her fuchsia  Youtube basement 
now turn your face away 

I'll find the heart of your foot

gnarled knot lodged from 
day of cement pouring 
sigh at the sweetness of 
the orca in your dreams 
gentle creature who was 
maybe you or maybe me 
twisting in bed debating 
until each other opens 
the window to the rain 
that’s the axis not access point 
taking turns in the tundra 
pressing  poison 

to distribute 

the message