adjust to the light
what functions have been sourced beyond you
buried under misplaced trust?
we’re good drivers
we watch for potholes in the road
and every time, avoid them
will the line break?
the line won’t break unless you think it might.
so just don’t.
is it really a face?
underneath the water, in a dark place
little spots of color illuminate a face
a love letter to you
this is a love letter to you.
nobody can read it.
space for the shape of you
there’s space for the shape of a book that I wrote