from passing...

I believe a line set down
at any point in space is
infinite. The body is a collection
of linear. Crepuscular. Dumb.


If I believed in little arrows
shooting off the end of every i
I’d be asking for it.
I’d be taking over.

The body doesn’t need that.
The body is retractable.


Touch me.
We’ll become less one.





































I say nothing / about my vagina
and nothing stays. Nothing stays
saying it. Nothing vaginas.
Vaginas stay nothing. Nothing says
vaginas in the room.











































I keep thinking I want to
fall in love with you but love
is so much constancy and.























I is too many words.