Soft Opening

I grab at my chin a lot
like a buoy cardinals make
dorky noises not birdsong
the breath I saw in winter
is still there like a caption balloon
only the mosquitos see it now
and are drawn to my mouth
not for the words or the gas I emit
but for the lips these lips
have kissed jealous mosquitos
anyway raw honey coconut oil
and some grainy bread in the morning
I'm off my rocker with simplicity
standing up when I want to stand up
and just poking my hands in
my pockets when I want to act
naturally I love you so much.