the world is a ball of lint

hidden in your bellybutton

i would very much like to stand

at the end of your finger

like a pier and fish

for canoes and yellow dreams

 

i forgot to tell you

in me a shipwreck sleeps

how do your carry birds

and rivers at the same time

i am a ghost grappling all

the abandoned shoes

that my loneliness could carry

 

lead me to my lost shadow

in the dark

the skies are falling

all over my mouth

the trees are quivering again

let me be found beneath an upside

down spoon with olives on my lips