In the beginning we were waves
and then we were infinite entangled morphemes
tumbling out of semantic boundary
I fold meaning into one dense
twilit soliloquy
for you to come through
my pocket radio straddles
the frequency
limits proximity to stutter
in my stomach I step over piles of mail
yesterday morning’s
peanut butter apple core phosphorescent paint
on the ceiling bristle splatter
my brackets
from gravity made lucid made carbonated
spill
a surging
a cackling
your firework
at my sternum
Published by Reed Magazine, issue 156, 2023