I eat something that lands on you while you sleep
and feel my heart dip with the weight of a coarse-grained, black sand
waiting for its release
into the rest of me
to be digested,
transformed,
blown into a
a matterless envelope
possessed of
the blue
that never really reaches us.
Our struggle to be separate
Iike unbinding the oceans
to remove this common color.
Maybe I'll grow into never knowing the right positioning or
how long we stay here holding you forever
You wake and smile.
Your teeth like precious strata.