I know a woman who mumbles words into my armpit. I never can hear what she says, but I love that it reminds me of how much more there always is to say to her.
Under this boat, a hull supports, which is held up by water.
down
down
down
the water goes, actually becoming quite bright. Stones sit on shores with wispy seaweed hair as videos are made for high school loves.
Tilt your head and squint an eye against oblique sunlight through cafe windows and you'll see a single stone, perhaps on a shore or at some ocean depth, where kelp is seeded, growing
up
up
up
towards parted waves that hold a song about home. Home is large sunglasses and musk. Home is a lot of things I have yet to see.