ring bound (sweet friend)

since you asked me, too.
((for emma))

it is how i can stare out at the ocean, without actually being near the ocean. it is how i can imagine the horizon wading hip-high in the deep sea.

it is how i can see the sky touch my back, the wild blue yonder hollering upon my shoulder blades.

it is where i end & you begin.

the burning of an eclipse, the phases of the moon.

the mark of the winter.

it is the seed i stuck in the ground & left behind, knowing it would sprout & grow.

it is what was left after the fire smoked us out of the house on coddington road.

what i am surprised to know exists in me, what i am surprised to know i will show others.

what terrifies me.

their finger along my spine.

the smell of the spearmint i finally unstrung & put into a jar.

it is the feet of the pocono mts., where my grandmother was raised.

a rune & a fault line & levee.

the thread of a spider’s web.

where i end & you begin.

& yes, of course, the reminder
of now.

.mille.