water-wheeling 

babble myself.
humming bird hallway.
in the ice cream shops 
of our irises we go with empty shopping bags.
fill them with oceans & lost earrings 
& stray tomato flowers. under my tongue
i am always the rotted log.
softened by rain after rain. you come
to sew me with beetles. legs of 
the hungry world. cupping you
in my palms & carrying you to 
the furnace where i make us 
into crystal. drink apricot nectar 
from our glistening. plummet is always 
spilling from my hands. washing 
winter & turning her green. i sprout
onion bulbs all over my skin
for you to harvest. soil & sun river.
folding the earth into a little 
paper triangle football. we are sitting
in the underwater diner 
at the bottom of the lake where
only silk genders can go. every word
a slippery bubble. they pop
& i catch words. "more" &
"always." i ache. the machine of me
powering a grain mill. corn into 
braided hair. teeth into flour
all from the rush. all from the water.