1//

I am laying face up

Your fan revolves

As your words circle me

You are reading a poem about a fan

And I am thinking about how much

I need you to stir my particles

To shuffle me around

To mediate my temperatures

2//

Your friends sit on the hard tiled flooring around me

We are all reading the parts of ourselves

We’ve chosen to distill

There is the boy who compares love

to a 50-story building

There is a girl who shares only her shortest poems

And one that is not hers

There is you

And the cities you’ve built

and torn down again with words

And there is me

At home in the way our voices grow softer and louder

In love with the way our ears

And hearts

tremble