2023-10-07
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Everything is a dewdrop.
Magnified fingertips.
Your voice is so big it carries a rumble through my chest.
I’m following the smells in the lines of your skin.
The hooks on my feet get stuck in these paths.
Boost myself up.
Let me get somewhere higher.
Oh! This is good.
I circle up the tracks in your palm.
Pause.
no.
Wait, I'll go up a little further.
I’ll dip into the trench where your branches meet.
Branches?
The smell is there too.
Raise your hand up high please.
Crawling up, I feel you narrowing.
I set at the tip of your fingernail.
The smell is gone.
Perfect.
I Grace on this wind away-
almost being pushed back down in the process.
I’m mindless to the sensitivity of my size.
You’re thoughtless on the scale of your magnitude.