From “carrying songs from the sky to crease the ground”

1.

i wish i could tell you why i go back and forth between cities.
maybe i belong to the bridges & 880 freeway. maybe loneliness

can i build you a playlist? / cold air over warm water: /
topline fog walls on the peninsula / the songs go:
dumb dumb & s l i d e / most nights i’m a slow jam /
a two-step / a mist / a fantasy /

2.

i try not to think of other versions. [if i had three lives, i’d you in two.]
[the other?] didn’t sonia sanchez write a way?—for all the women who have
ever stretched their bodies out anticipating civilization & finding ruins?

can i show you places where
cities have nearly broken me?

maybeucanhelp
i’m having some
trouble believing
that bad & good
areoppositethings

what if you came
to see about me?

i would take you
to a concert or
a lake / around
hella ppl just to
be alone & then

i would take you
to a bookstore
but not to read.

& well what if we
kissed too much?

ourlipsstackedlike
booksontheshelf.
anticipatingtouch.

‘there goes the day
becoming shadow,’
amongourwhispers.