The Street is a Womb too

to me
perhaps you
stubborn trash leers
as saving rosemary crawls over its
levels, smoothing us out
it’s been a lot, a divinity, on the other side and
an idea of sun in temperance means we can get on
swim the opaque through
i was feeling there’s an unsteady egg around the best of us
tasting the violet possible
and the worst
i feel like
imagining back thirtyfiveworlds
to when my centre cup far outshone
the 

soared sword sound of
this

now