As/Is







3.30.2004


Kid

you are the urge to stay awake awake
upright and alive the space
between your throat and jaw
can hold me
all of me
you keep me you are
the rush of blood traversing the
gradient of capillary to
vein to whole round heart you
are
the heat in my skin and the air
crystallizes around you thick
as amber we are trapped
in my room they'll find us
like flies
millions of years from
here.