delayed love poem
to begin i will say all this time, i’ve been feeding you pistachio nuts through the tunnels. i’ve been hoping your stuff is chill. ive been telling the sky to squawk its honest nodes further further into your fur. ive been pretending to integrate grammar into all time’s demenor so that i can buy us one day sooner. i’ve trusted you so much to murmur an unmovable thing and lay down fat facts by the wayside. there’s nothing to wait for here, my skin talks your name to every garden growing within a radius. garden here and there, worms are sucking along the column, fresh bugs stretch their situation legs and perch on the little pieces. and i love you like an establishment loves a glass aquatic tank like something easy to show, hard to enter, sort of unpaceable in critical theory’s stature.