let’s be who we were supposed to be
let’s be abstract and absurd;
do you remember the draw of the rainy days
when you wanted to lie naked on asphalt
and lick the surface to feel the course small stones
rough and wet on the tip of your tongue
as the warmth of the downpour flowed over you?
i know you still want to the do that
and probably never will
until the day you die.

it’s ok because somehow you’ve already done it
sitting inside this bright robin’s egg
and writing your innermost self to the world;
nakedness is nothing new to you,
it’s more of a state of being…prone;

prone is lying in a field with a rifle
your right leg slightly bent to stabilize
while you look with one eye at the target,
take a breath and squeeze the trigger
letting it go to become whatever it will become
and you crawl forward through the ivy…