i brought you back spices you brought me back seeds
so i’m the one who has to wait
as usual
in spring the earth will seem as if it has turned to gold
in the meantime you cook the air delicious, dancing around
in your against-the-rules impossible skin
the music says sei frei be free
so i’m just following instructions
when i flail into you—
stay mortal i say
stay wherever lets you be hungry then eat then be
hungry again—
looking at you is like
looking at myself with great vanity
in the metaphor pond
i can touch your hands with my hands forever
you are the only patience i know
keep soil wet
the orchestra sewing furiously
the orchestra rowing furiously
until rains fall