You know what comes with

receiving

Not holding onto

other things

I shave to live without magic

lacking some verve to be

like other people

So I then resort to cool

October mornings'

2.5 × 10²⁵ tiny wanderers

living between gold leaves

and my whispered breathing

This sunrise

I watch a battle

in my kitchen:

desire for cheese

against dislust 

for doing dishes

And then I think - 

make people smile

and if they don't

just leave them 

to dissolve

 

I stand in front of you

naked 

Ready to let go

no more protecting

myself

no less than willing 

to fully dive

You might find things ridiculous

but if they make me happy 

I'll breathe it all in

making my lungs even bigger

taking it even faster 

until I've tickled myself

back into assertive freedom

With no room left for other