Floating in silkworm drool my mind adapts like water
humming in the sap of mosquito silence, screaming in the jaws of Ceanothus
I swim in shadows balanced on bone, her vulnerable secrets on parade
the rotations of so many objects suspended from her palms
In this moldy stump we find our bond,
wriggling and fixated on writing the perfect ending
two forces uniting in the eel’s caress