jump


how high?


i think when my eardrum blew inward, after howling my lungs to the moon, to the empty woods where no one could listen, i think it became clear how much this mattered to me

how much silence can fill

dripping into a worn, rusted bucket
little, faint drops, like bells
like your laugh

and i think when i cried so hard the salt sealed my eyelids shut, my cheeks forever red, my lips forever trembling, i think it became clear how much this mattered to me


“i think everyone parts, eventually, even in vows, even in promise, even in the mud and dirt and al things cosmic”

“but, do you think there will be a day...