: About Me

I can not even write this word anymore without seeing you in it. Stroke Stroke Stroke reflected in a bird's eye as it wheels over Dutch roads and hedges like veins that taper off into farmers' laps, men running out at night and waving their hats, shouting for a safe descent. I feel your breath on my lips, us breathing into each other- we caught our arms at the right time and every deep inhale you make, I let out into you and every push you make I take into my mouth and it will reach my eyes: we are keeping each other alive, rocking back and forth into each other; if anyone else saw us they...