You’re Running With Me, Don’t Touch the Ground
we move through the wind which blows over us, riffles through the dangling parts, our husks let loose and stumbling past interstates past hiking trails (endurance) we can be heard from though it depends on the proximity of neighbors the sound we make when struck is glass (breath) wood whittled away to nothing: shells or hollowed metal of assorted diameters knocking together (relax and unwind) causing higher pitched vibrations (harmonic) the way bluster grazes beer-bottle tops the way grass blades tangle wind (here) between thighs the sprawl the sigh the deferred outside is not dangerous we are enjoying nature we are up in the air which is not the same as suspended which is not the same as hogtied which is not the same as lynched, but we’re not writing fiction, fellas, get yer ass in here to bone up on wishes on come back on why didn’t we take that self-defense class in college (you pick two) menu of freshmen girls grids of faces lined up as examples of what tasteful (buddy system) makeup looks like age eyes hair weight last seen wave hello through the window and there are so many windows keep going in the house if you have information the windows are boarded up please call someone so angry it’s possible to sense a disturbance in the firmament (we were taken, we were drunk) a really easy weekend project wind chimes don’t touch unless weather because on our backs they prosecuted and nothing happened they prosecuted unless someone sighed honor code unless the windows were open until someone remembered an irrefutable detail and even then