mike—

i press you into my palm
grind with heavy word
sincerity out of you
with thumb and need
as you once did
ground my displaced body with one foot
this wavering idea of self from self
you from me
would you think me crazy if i informed upon myself
the awful confusion
(of not accepting the obvious)
the distance, the physical space
that Einstein insists we cannot co-inhabit
at once
ever
(i wish i had such clarity) why does that make me feel so alone?
would you believe in me
if i told you i needed something to believe in?