1.

A parse of me  --  take a few
           ( s     paces. )    Stroke. What it means to create broad fires;

they can crash. Lift a lot between cut             \
                         /
             inside your palms
                          circle touches,

                                                         stroking through egg-white noise

touching glimpses of my above waters; lap, licking  -
            as yolks slope downward. They can. Perhaps, inside your
                                                   palms.


2.

Little blue tiles can't be differentiated between water
                or my  --

I spend whole times down under
                                          waters with my eyes closed
                        not for any reason other than


                     my childhood was spent in          ( s     pools. )
Or my parent's bathroom. 

              Imagining beaded, 
                                         soggy dog with wet grass stuck to under belly
        mouth open


                               as I palm myself by pressing palm to palm.


3.

                        I am cumbersome to illuminate, but if you
                                      finger

                             my scalp repeatedly


in calm gestures,               you will        


let sprawl out of your fingers the ongoing rises of --
that warm you up
    to all the things that pierce into your hands
    like me.     I hope you let me swell there         .


-- the thrill of surfacing belly up, mouth open, brush
my face against the angle
of the headboard 

or the side of the fridge. Here

 

, parched, I think, 
I pinched at kitchen walls.


4. 

        My teeth feel short. I lick back a little longer.