b theory of time

get me out of the dirt
i want to shake 
a tree for chestnuts. 
all my boyfriends 
are beautiful & on fire. 
we run without bones
back into the soup.
come & feast my wings.
boil the first frog with me
& walk our fathers
back into the frost
so they can eat.
sometimes i go present-ing myself
too much & i forget
that we are sitting
in a preschool without windows.
that you are not my god
but my tongue. my river
into the ancient crack in the earth.
i always thought i would
one day arrive without
any texture, instead
here i am as smooth
as velvet & kicking the knees
of a chronological wedding.
instead, the future of
our sighs is thick & earnest.
a shawl around us. 
we are resting. we sleeping.
we are wrestling an angel
until it sings. dear god
we are worms &
kidney beans & pleasure.
a pile of shoes. a shoe of hair.
you watch me buy
a boat & we sail it into
the orange after before life.
not a room of quilts 
but the threads, shoulder
to shoulder & sometimes 
whispering into
each other's ears. in the darkness,
we get to speak without unison.
i choose to say, "keep me."