ALL THINGS ARE ALL THINGS



where are you going
our hands in yr pocket
i would feel cold on my nude
i am just walking
w/ u
my mouth at angle
walking the wrong way
am i going on earth
where are you
to be in the future
w/ yr face on the moon
walk up to me
i will kiss yr forehead
& if you go & i go & will
i am still pressed up against us
i am not afraid
of anything