I am alive

A large cushion chair between us

My eyelids low, holding in my water

my salt and lines,

mind impressions

You wiggle your way without trying

And I wonder who’d you call, if you needed something

If you would have ever, scrolled to mine

To whatever image is imprinted

You in a chair, so neatly

How I hold this in my hands, and hope someday it won’t sting so sweetly

I step out of bed, bursting roots from my toes

it burns and scorches, crawling out of my bones

Holds me in and down

Sucking in life, and feeling, what feels

like everything

under earth, dirt, rock, and molten fire

And I know I am alive

And I know

it is enough