no separator

Back of my hands lay stacked on my low back

Hinged at the hips leaning towards the river until

My brow nearly kisses my brow;

No separator but the veil of water gone still

The distance between my feet

And what’s dying underneath the soil

Is thinner than you’d think

Wake in the night like the night is an answer

Hold up your arm in a half moon over your face

Bright light like a vow from the window;

No separator but the see-through body of grace

The distance between my feet

And what’s dying underneath the soil

Is thinner than you’d think

The differencе between my feet

And what’s living underneath thе soil

Is thinner than you’d think

No separator

Sticky silhouette sticks me to the doorway

Part and apart somehow at the very same time

Touch my skin now so I see it:

No separator but the mirror I make in my mind