damn right, i’m falling and i’m spending the distance complicit 

in thinking and wishing for better days, older days, newer days, you-er days

she brings a snap to my poetry, rubber band from the groceries 

our groceries now, not just mine anymore 

she fills my mind on days off like she’s storming the court 

and i can’t decide who she makes me wanna be

sensible? nah, reckless, that’s always been me

body in my bed, sarah koenig’s new podcast 

her mug in my sink like my kitchen’s her office

these days when i write i just slow down and think 

underwater, uncharted, heart’s thrown in the clink