apart we’re quite
apart i’m quite
a different thing.
without the weight
of your arms
to center my toss-turn tendencies,
i place four fingers
to stake out my breast bone
counting hard edges
to press,test
something solid.
i roll over
to let my head slosh around
with all the memories so soft
and unformed within that tissue
where they live
with the pliable possibility
of shift.
but am i right in thinking
too much cushion
is too much pressure?
since that can lead
to any number of fractures
i’ve only watched other people
packing up boxes and
stuffing in feelings-
rigid or loose,
no example to go by
maybe that’s better.
well,
if maybe is better,
maybe i’ll let my fingers fall
to your side
(the cool space on the bed)
my brain gummy
in a weird-hopeful way.