snipped poetry

Reaching
taut arms
Determined
to fall

Groping
in the dark
Wanting

breath is a miracle

why is Warmth
connected to connection
let me

I do splits in my head
pirouettes
I fall in my head
headfirst
into the oceans of you
you
the ever-invisible you

I wait for anxiety
to thrust me into
glory

trash cans and trash bags
and forgotten orange peels
float
in the river outside my house
and into

remembered no more
sweetness
forgotten
tasted and
buried
harnessed and

hold
silvery golden
warmth
fire
connection
remembered