press with your thumb a hold into downward across and through.

[aseverednerve]

with the backs of your palms dry such the tears on the cheeks long
wet thistle the prick of the tongue purple, the blacks of the eyes
a crossroad and gone away tall blue grasses, gone away pale early sunshine
the turning of he back as it goes broken upon its knees, the rails the parallel lines
ever unmeeting and ever again she, the rain soft awakens sad long afternoons
in bed and watching out the window while you kiss me small and asleep
a stranger who, she the whole world and swaying motion sickness nowhere
does, cool quick mornings pretending to sweat and pulls up the blankets red
meaningless we so happen ankles in bramble often black the skin after
the slope downward of lush lush lands toward a calm slow river, deep at its center
she in the shallows swept away and me ever briefly white silt full
grows weak soil a root to suck water brackish and thats it.