i am

  a dreamer

    a person who needs a kind of hammock

    that is made of rising bread dough

      ever to rise

      never to see the oven

   punched down when i climb out

   for it all to rise again

     and welcome me into its comfort

     and soothing smell of yeast

 

  someone reincarnated from an Arbutus

    with moss on its base

    [i had thought that that would be the

    pinnacle of growth, towards

    …nothingness?]

 

  in my bone marrow

    with the strong urge to

    share it with another

    who also yearns to be vulnerable

    and merged and able to fall asleep

      in a stealth nap

      on the stealth couch

        to awake to sunset and simmering hot apple cider

s.e~b
2026.09.06
1015am