orbiting in the crevices of my body I
found that a lighthouse lives
in the pinpoint, triangular cusp
of my heart
the trickling goes on and on
to the quiet region of my gut
backstrokes in memories
below, some earthy overgrowth
floral features flood the fragments
[absences]
sewing seeds into my bones
now — of molasses
imagine that water was collecting at
the commencement of my daydreaming
held my breath to examine the
spotted roof above
found tightropes with wild dragonflies
fired up / still mirroring glass
compromised by pines and currents
if in this lies the stillness of movement
i’m going to stay some more
by Paris Jessie