this is a poem

i don't even finish my coffee
just name them

name things to feel nice or
let the guts in

i know i had an etc. too
thinking about this rope

from hip to hip with more slack
such a nile line

grooving to the grain fields
mountain pass and a vegas strip

i don't even know you
when i'm not breathing on your face

call me when it's late
i won't even be awake

call me thing
let me know how i divide the earth