wash.

bleach yesterday’s bones.

return His relics to the mantle.

we are barely tomorrow,

so save it, or trash it.

all the time is in

tomorrow’s bed.

3

Fingers and thumbs touch;

motion;

sleep.

2

fingers and thumbs are naked halos;

I am wet and drunk;

self-tactilation;

motion;

sleep.

1

My fingers and thumbs touch. Make halos.

The felt self of skin and brain send reciprocal messages.

An idle escape plan.

There is water

and I am naked. It is Thursday or Saturday --

drunk and mid-circuit, a time to wait.

Self-tactilation is difficult when attacked by choice.

Self-destruction is easy when not in motion;

this is a lie.

Deep breaths. Put back on bed. Touch fingers.

Grab hold. Lock arms. Do not let go.

Sleep. Change position. Sleep.

Writing alone while in love.

Warm room. Feet touch.

In a moment, “I’ve got you.”

I can’t say it like you do.