Lime flavor, slightly artificial -
I'm taking it for focus under my tongue. I like
how it fizzes as
understories returning: twenty years without you so I weep
more, lose more poems,
long for a good excuse to blame someone.
I know it's up to me
to step over whirling waters,
how to untangle what's dank what
I don't prefer,
momentary fear and grief one more time.