let's get liminal

stargazing, summer sounds, looking for "god"

I’m finding new corners in our apartment

corners where my things and your things sit askew, conversing 

we’ll lay and talk and turn out the light

the butter yellow linen ripping, sweat sticking

nails affixing my belongings to your (our) walls 

in the morning we listen to KMHD, turned low

low with the sun peaking in from the east, then leaving under the blue s…