bow and arrow made of silt
    dangles from the ocean floor, the green light grey, I’m still on time
my superpowers come online I wish for vacuums and for lightbulbs to break
who be me to dig up the bones of all the impassioned opinions that once 
burned our throat

I used to scream with cotton love

I won’t touch it, you go first

    he dances on the sacred altar,
    and I laugh because I feel    unwatched