the window admits light
into the dark room
an empty couch against the wall
a book open on the table
you raise your hand over the coast
where it is carved into pieces
of what once was
your shadow fingers attempting for sky
your whole heart sitting underwater as you explain to me
how the dancers double-image themselves
with glass & reflections
I stand by the fence waiting for
my soul to be stolen
it’s a blur when it happens
