Spear

I want to float out of my mind and into my body.

The body is better; it has different affordances.

With a body, I could put my hand around his jaw

and draw him in for a kiss. With a mind, I could

stop myself from doing that.

 

Talking to you in the observatory while you cried.

Sometimes I can take

a long time

to feel. Like a boomerang you forgot you threw, etc.

 

Don’t worry!

My inhibitions–my mind–they run into my very balls.

I may not be very principled (after all), and that’s a thought,

but you are a form that shapes, a regular pattern, a whole

that encloses and a network that connects and I can’t just

walk formless away.