with you, jacked on the glow
of someone smoking on an airplane.
Fling elbows in the air around the living room
to approximate flying. Make a Vine
of it, and send it out and about.
Whatever we make is out there
in some realm I don't quite
get, I participate. Slow at using a handsaw,
slow at turning a wrench,
slow to appear to be working. At the end of the day,
you are made of all you can't put back.
I want to be able to cheer for someone
as they don't walk to work. Dance fiercely
whenever possible, a fleshy wedge
is good, and reasonable.