We are trees,
growing close together,
branches touching,
reaching for the stars.
...
I walked outside,
small steps counting high-class ghetto,
the sidewalk was warm;
it heated my frost-bitten toes
...
The stars are out and I'm thinking about you.
The ocean is still playing across my eyelids.
This swimmer's ear is infecting my stomach,
and it's flipping and flopping,
...