The music entered me.

But it wasn’t until I got up to dance that I entered the music.

Someday when the world is entirely covered with roads,

there won’t be any place left to visit—and therefore no reason to ever slow down.

they can’t possibly be gathering
all on their own

one feels at times barely tethered to the earth.

I crush another cathedral
with every step

and all this immigrant snow
clinging to our land

the immaculate ignorance
of snow

we brought our words folded up like dangerous umbrellas.

all that’s left is location
location location

and its occupant insists on throwing stones.

I’d come in, sit down, and make myself uncomfortable.

and didn’t know it. I had a cellphone-shaped hole in my heart.