what if i went down to the pinegrove & didn't find anything?
what if i went past it, yet nothing in me sang?
now i'm behind again because my bones won't align that way
some other time, in another life
ever since "the archangel
michael killing satan"
i've been tryna capture
both ends of the splinter:
the visible part between my fingernails
& the part still in my finger
ever since I can remember
since the day before they split
i've been tryna capture
some realm I don't know yet
you & i, we're immiscible
i've known it since we laid in the thistles
& in the moments when i'm difficult
you silence me in my revolt
ever since 'i'
since the moments when the night limped by
& all of a sudden it was morningtime
morningtime, morningtime