ergo

basically, 
brilliantly,
bravely
behold space
where you 
belong to 
yourself. 

mortar

there is
nothing standing
between you and me
besides us
and
the sooner
we see
you as you, me as me-
us notwithstanding
is there.

grip

i like poetry
that overflows you
without soaking
the page.
poetry that wobbles
your hand enough
to blur words.
poetry that makes you
look away first,
dares you
to turn the page
to escape
its gaze.