common ancestry
spanning elusive
family trees
like parallel
emotional processing
shared language enough
why must we believe
our roots
end at a same origin
well— start
depends which way you’re looking
“same thing”
equivalency the game of
identity of identification
i see you see me
and now i’m flustered
modulo the mystery
once more, with feeling
love is to identify
without forgetting the difference
just between you and me
the hard part is feeling
words are like lil devils
streaking and burying
acorns
word and object
confusing subjectivity
“i don’t want to put labels on us”
a different kind of label
like silence is a word
like “BOO!”
when marking up
type check your sources
is it a meyou
or an itthing
the americans had it right
before the americans did
rocks are souls too
or spirits or something
i haven’t settled
on cosmology
probably shouldn’t, too
precision is for hardening
for that abiding already
then to let loose
like the soft animal
love what it loves
the hardest part of it
the cycle of rain
the water softener
in through the left eye
out through the right
within and without
the truth lies
like a membrane
accepting and rejecting
receiving and deceiving
filter me out
your dream haze
“i don’t believe in ghosts, i don’t believe in ghosts”
before the jump scare
delivers you from the machine