Your knee hits the scab on my hip. You can always wear my coat.

Seems

Tough to decide on the tree to plant,
smell mint, or maybe that's

in the book shaped like a box, maybe
I bit that from an owner, a cat moving, how

we eat fish and draw pictures
of lamps before looking at them,

vases too curved, birds quick.
It is when it is, isn't it?

could've neared nothing but I wasn't even
sure if this cusp meant it,

had the charred swill of nighttime
in my eyes. I break a glass

and soon forget, and in this I remember.