porpoise / instincts

patience: susceptible to wrinkling into the other

on the other side of patience is ruched fingers and underbellies

humming bird flight and pin needles shine

grass blades and forage for unremembered butterflies

forgotten holes and ibuprofen for pain

to turn off the receptors of predestined dames

I look up to rolling clouds, unknowingly,

things look up to me as if my back was the sky

whose back can I see when the stars shine

and what giant thoughts pour on my head

blood gushes out and skeletons look like fiberglass sleds

porpoise carries the human to shore

a crane charts a course to follow

the deer ploughs their horn into the stomach

how I understand ur fear, says the human to the deer

and the woman transfers flesh for flowers

thinking of briefing for a descent into hell again, and the moments when the deer killed the woman, there was an innocence, miscommunication, many worlds, many terrors, many acceptances and fights, much hope, many unfortunate circumstances, many moments that happened just because that is the nature of it, nothing to be feared, nothing to be angry about, nothing to linger, just honour, just remember them, remembering is the gift, a consistent remembering, a consistent forgetting, a consistent rer-emembering