Williamsburg Lesbian

Totally fine and green to be late left foot goes down to go up head crooks elbow eyes parabolic in some projected desire make yourself impenetrably porous [to] allow trusting handfuls of breath to arrive and depart through a softening belly dialoguing with each eyelash that falls toward getting up backward eyes like that kind of descent all that there is like that kind of knowing old friend like that one you think of sees the space of this window in 45 infinite hues you see it as time dissolving kneecaps poured into these hands made large enough for you and time and all my ideas never step nor do they simplify just fall and multiply space between eyeballs and hands moving backward through morning windows of nighttime sun