new thing

gonna go up

on the broken trampoline


stretch my arms,

the wind current

will lift me, i will glide

somewhere not here


no crash-land, my body

will be laid like a pillow

on some beach

with a sound like a long

kiss on malleable sand


well then i’ll walk

to a place where i can tell

you that i am here

and then i’ll walk

to the place where you are


and i’ll fucking break down the door

and sleep on your goddamn chest