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