Ziiiiine

NOT A PRESS

SOUWESTER

YOU

By K8

you
dearest recipient
of a heart
how are you?
this is nuts!
do you feel 
the beating too?
we have received 
something 
we never asked for
recipients of 
eyeball
liver
kidney
poison 
war
mouth
word
I am terrified 
of saying 
anything
important
so spare me
and expect nothing
but a conversation
heart
to 
heart
dearest recipient 
of eyes
thighs
skull
nose
do you smell that?
do you smell
the birds
chirping like
barely anything is wrong?
*breathes*
ah
there it is 
drinkable sunshine
like our mothers
and our mothers mothers drank
oh liquid gold
presence 
oh tan
and bomb 
oh holy water
oh temporary escape
of knowing bad
everyday
sun up
roll over
say baby
thrust in
trust in good science
good riddance
and I do not mean 
geometry or green 
day 
but
rising temperatures and 
something unpredictable 
this
or that
one might say
a fork stuck 
in between
two roads
diverging
in yellow 
wood 
and I, dearest recipient of a heart, I
took
both
of them
neither/nor
and
I like to think
of a person
and the moon
moving
how they got there
getting water on their faces
saying brilliant things
to each other 
occasionally
theirs 
which is them 
both 
a robin covered in tar
the bleeding belly
the aquamarine tow truck 
and the lit end of a cigar
which burns because 
well
dearest recipient of lips 
they were asked to 
politely 
and with style 
a nod to
prohibition-like
rules 
which would not accept us
but bobs their hair
bobs their head 
along
to a strange beat
which somehow feels new 
all 
in between 
genres 
two forks
patchworked with glass
and I like to think of 
a person
and an instrument
and grass
and whatever else
breaks up the shoulders
that fill with
a genuine fear of 
being in love
outside
of the lines
coloring
red, blue, and yes
yellow too
and green
oh I have got to tell you about 
the greens
you
dearest recipient of eyes 
I have quickly fallen for the
moss foamed
life drenched 
accumulating 
green
which shows up everywhere
at good times
to tell us
yeah 
it is happening!
everywhere!
and so often
between roads
under cars
on pool tables
there are even
entire trees of them
staying alive 
despite it all
you
dearest recipient 
of a heart
can you feel it?
can you
feel
your stomach contract
don’t focus on it
too hard
it becomes harder to do 
when you’re aware
just let is 
be 
in
and
out
eyes
thighs
skull
nose
this little 
light
of mine
they’re going to 
let it
shine
let it shine